Miracles Aren't Real

After All These Days...

You drop me off of the highest mountain,

so where am I supposed to be?

To fall on the ground,

live in the clouds,

or find a new home in the endless stars above me?

I feel like falling for 

forever

Never having to leave.

To live in the space of the

Inbetween

When choosing is too much to bear, should I attempt escape?

With hopes so fleeting

and soothing dreams turned so sour that even sleep evades me?

Where is home when

my heart is nowhere near me?

Where is the light?

As  I fall so fast that my eyes can only aid me with blurs 

of sky and barren land

The question is... Am I going Up

or Down?...