The Fall
"One night, I climbed to the highest mountain.
The air was thin; I felt I could touch the sky, if I stretched my arms upwards.
I struggled to catch my breath; I realized, this must be what love is like.
A high unlike any you have known.
The inability to breathe.
And this view..
Oh my, the view.
I walked myself to the edge, glancing down below.
"Ah.." I thought to myself.
"And there... there is the fall.."
Copyright © Parallel Lines | Year Posted 2015
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