There's something peaceful about falling from a 5th floor
One second you were on solid ground looking at the stars
And then there is only you and the air
And the inevitable thought that you are falling down
And you open your eyes to see the stars that seem even closer now
Even though you're running against time in the wrong direction
That never ever seemed to feel
So right
YOU ARE READING
Deadly - Poetry
Poetry/Feel free to kill me anytime. Isn't that what you were made for?/
