nothing to hold onto but our fears
I want to run
headfirst into a crumbling building
and collapse to the ground
with smoke in my lungs,
I want to light a match
and watch the world burn
crimson and gold.
But I am afraid of things
like fire
and heights,
so when I say
let’s throw ourselves
from the three hundredth floor
of a skyscraper,
I hope you’ll consider
falling hundreds of stories
with me.
