I need falling.
Falling through empty space
With snowflakes falling around me
Carving out my image in the darkness.
Just so I can feel the cold wind against these cheekbones.
Because that’s my fatal flaw
My one addiction.
The feeling of being out of control.
Of letting go of everything I am
Stopping this brain from its incessant buzzing
And finding something so perfect in its imperfection
That I forget who I am.
I forget where I am.
I forget what I am.
Because its those moments that get me through all the other ones.
So I’m salivating over the thought of a long night drive with some friends.
Drooling over the idea of just talking a walk with someone who I can’t stop smiling around.
Craving at the thought of moments that are hours
And hours that are moments.