Falling
Wednesday, May 9
"Why do we fall, Master Bruce? To learn how to pick our selves up."
-Alfred to Bruce Wayne
It should be the last thing on my mind right now, but today, during one of my bouts with a really bad case of drowsiness (after not being able to sleep last night, not to mention this cheesy song that got super-glued to my brain), I was finally wasted enough to think of something as mushy as love ( I must be really stoned, because love is always mushy, LOL).
Loving someone never leaves you untouched, unchanged, unscathed. And i guess that's why they call it "falling in love", because that's exactly how it is, a suicidal jump down a hundred storey skyscraper. The fall feels good; the excitement, the exhilaration, the sudden rush of blood to the head, the bittersweet satisfaction of facing death and looking it in the eye. But we all know, it's not the fall that kills you, it's the sudden stop at the end...
So, that's how we hopeless romantics are, a bunch of people living on the edge, waiting for that special person who would push them over the edge, praying that if that ever happens, that same person's arms will be waiting for them at the bottom. But if not, pray that they may have enough strength to pick-up the shattered pieces of their lives and be able to haul themselves back up to face another day.
Image by Jorge C.
thrown by A.Paul @ 16:53,
