If I were to be asked if what fazes me the most, my constant answer would be heights – the ghastly, treacherous, and harrowing heights.
And then I met you. God, that simple instance got me hurled into a rippling puddle of incredulity for nothing compares to the goose bumps, the rush, and the juggling of my guts whenever fate decides to join our paths. But then I realized that I weren't entirely wrong to have said that heights is my biggest fear because you are too a kind of height I've been dreading long before I knew it; that one rare kind that sends me to the edge of complete insanity. And with all the honesty my trembling soul possesses, I could say that you are the free fall I was too terrified of falling into
-and yet I still did, anyway.
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Paper & Ink |#Wattys2016|
Poetry"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
