You dove head-first. Felt your bones break and you tried sewing them back together. What a mess. You’re a tragedy. Halos greet you, but you’re not dead yet. You’re still too busy catching sins on your tongue and saving harsh words for unbearable moments.

But what happens when your tears no longer flood the hollows? What’s left? Please, tell me the truth. I won’t jump with hesitations. Don’t leave me out.

Tell me, who were the first ones to know that the water was shallow? You once said their bones created a soft landing. So, I’m not sure why you still act like you’re falling. -AMT©️