Run.

Run.

How dare I allowed myself to fall when I've always been afraid of heights. Seeing you or hearing from you made me calm, and I guess that was why I trusted you as I let myself fall. I trusted you to catch me but you disappeared.

The height was crazy... too tall... like it'll never end.

I wanted to run but it was too late. I listened to the tiny voice in my head and jumped off the cliff. I'm still mid air, wondering when will this end.
If only I have wings.



I hate the cold wind in my bones,
I hate the absence of gravity on my toes,
I hate the imaginations where there are nails and stones below me.
As I'll bleed and bleed and bleed,
As you'll watch me bleed and bleed and bleed,
As I can't beg you please...
If you never intended to stay.

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Catch me.