The Fall Of Love

The fall of love hurts more than any horrific death you can imagine. Yet, its wings gently catch you as you fall from the heavens, its warmth causes your body to scorch seas, feathers cascade down overhead upon every waking, life itself renews in you. Lives broken by the very thing that has given it to us. Can you blame her? Love. For all that is good must have bad lurking around its corner. I bet even hate loves something. It’s impossible not to. To have love for a thing, a person, a place. The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. Now you can run and be apart of the fall. Apart of the inexperiencing of such a beautiful concept. Or, you can embrace and be apart of the fall. Apart of the experiencing of such a complex concept. The choice is yours.