Skyscraper.
I always said I was afraid of heights. How do I fall for this? What drove me to do or need this? I was fine by myself. I had already gotten over the last fall. Not giving my heart out. Put my heart on a sleeve. Maybe it was the need to be fearless, to give it all and maybe hope for the best. Instead of keeping my wall up. I wanted to give him a chance and give myself a chance as well. He really didn’t seem like the type of guy who would leave just like that. I had high hopes for this one. Let myself fall hoping I would never hit the floor and reach the end. Hoping the fall would be forever or at least worth it. But now, I hit the floor, I’m on the floor. It’s concrete and it hurts. Part of me is staring up..thinking about climbing up and trying it again. Maybe the fall will be different this time. The other part of me feels like getting up and leaving. I think I’d rather just walk for now. So many skyscrapers but none of them look tall enough. They’re all shiny and well built. But they’re not tall enough to withstand my fall.
