wanderlust.

self-destruction

i jumped off a cliff

i knew it was going to be deadly

and

painful

and

it's going to scar me

my ribs may break

and my lungs may collapse

but i do it anyway because

i love to feel the wind on my face and

my body in the air

and I smile because

it burns.

it burns so good.

and in that moment

while i'm falling ;

i couldn't feel more alive

and

i'll keep jumping

again and again

because that's how love is like, isn't it?

It is mountains and cliffs and rocky bottoms and cigarettes and drugs and blades and I might as well say that

Love is the most exquisite form of self destruction.

I'll keep jumping.