hanging by a moment




falling in love is like standing under the hot sun for hours.

you feel unsure and faint on what you're feeling as you stand in the field.

the initial wave of nausea exists in you, but you keep pushing it out, telling yourself you're okay.

for a moment, everything blurs for a while before you regain consciousness.

you're still on your feet, but the mind is saying: "This is not happening."

then a sudden flicker; and the thoughts come rushing in: 'I'm not falling. I CAN'T BE.'

then you go falling, falling... you're not even scared of hitting the ground. you go on with it because it feels so right, with your mind and heart and body tugging at you; you're so into the whole event that everything else doesnt seem to matter...

at the brink of the intense pain that would have come from hitting the floor, someone catches you.

someone reaches out and breaks your fall, because they experienced the same fall too.

(coincidence? luck? destiny?) you both fell at the same time and had each other to hold on to and support.

with the support, you are ready to face the world together no matter what the circumstance.

with each other, you will never hit the ground.

until it gets too heavy and difficult to bear each other;

until it reaches the point where it has crossed the line and can never be overcome;

you both disengage from each other, no longer supporting and having each other to hold on.

WHAM! this time there's no one to break your fall.

you hit the floor and reality comes crashing in.

you open your eyes to the scars etched on your skin and bloodstains on your wounds.

through time, you get up again to continue life with the healing scars, although the wound will never dissapear completely.

and the next time you are on the verge of falling, you are more cautious with yourself.

until the right person comes, the one who will stay throughout every single fall; the one whom you can support and stay throughout with;

you'll keep falling and falling until then...