Falling like grace until I crashed hard into the pitted cement. Shattered my teeth and the pieces sparkled like confetti. I left my mark on the curb like a sad goodbye. The doctor said I must have been laughing on the way down.

Kissing sidewalks. Smiling sunsets. Drunken laughter. The tattoo on your palm that you swear is a birthmark. We make this place a different definition of home and read it over and over and over until we understand it fully.

This is some sort of avalanche in my heart, I mean, I’m not sure how much more I can take- it’s just free falling, anyways. I do it when I need to stretch my bones into the form of a new being. I do it when I feel like crumbling from the pressure. I do it when I need to fly. I do it well. Watch the lights fade and I laugh and laugh and laugh at the thought of ever truly getting out of here. Sometimes falling feels like grace. AMT