Falling in love is like a fresh raindrop gliding down a dampened window; slow. Building with more of itself as it falls. Love is like that, you fall so much and grow to know more than the bounds of what you thought love was, falling is beautiful it's scary and wild your heart mimics the thuds of your mind it's terrifying and lovely like the rush you get when you reach the top of a roller coaster and as you fall the wind is blowing your hair you're terrified but have the biggest smile your face could stretch. Falling is all good things. Landing however is a crash that can either embrace you or send you back flying at a speed even falling could not top and that, is truly only terrifying.
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PoetrySome poetry-ish things I've been working on, little writing pieces Idk just random things I feel like writing about.
