Hues Of Words

soixante dix

Sometimes it feels like I'm falling & she's there to catch me. 

Like I'm looking down from the top of Mount Everest & she's waving up at me.

I feel the wind bite my cheeks, the breeze beneath my wings. 

I jump.

I've been MIA?? is this good enough? Am I good enough?? I wrote this late at night when I was in my feelings lmao (like how everything else I write exists tbh).