Note to Self
Falling in love is a free fall
Sometimes we trip
And plummet down
Other times, we close our eyes
And swan dive headlong into the abyss
Or we struggle to keep our balance
And lose it anyway
The height, the rush,
That incredible sense of being alive
Joy mixed with terror
We feel like we’re flying
And we forget
That we’re not flying at all
We’re falling
And falling
Means landing
Means crashing
Means ending
We forget our souls have wings
But our hearts have anchors.
