I looked out at the world on high and saw you falling from the sky, a blur so fast it appeared that you were thrown from way up here, your silhouette in sharp relief against the spires beneath my feet.
My curiosity spikes as I see you alight lightly fare below and bow deeply like it was all a show. I start my own descent to you and make my way down stairs—much safer than the route you chose.
you're fine I find as I reach the ground, that fall didn't seem to bother you and it galls, so defiantly you lift your chin and stand tall, smile at me —and that is all?
I turn on my heel and start to walk away, a frown on my face, thinking of all the time it took to get me down to that place as I start to make my way up stairs and stairs—there is nothing for me down there.
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PoesiaMy humor, my rhythms, spelling errors and an abundance of commas instead of proper punctuation. Recommend not reading if you dislike lazy rhythms, bad puns, messy words, angst, loopy-ness, love Songs. If that didn't scare you away, please do not Co...
