The Fall.

And here we stand at the edge of the precipice, the end of the world.

Close, but not quite together

You can see my past from the back of my head,

The murky waters swirling below the scream of my skin

I can feel your ache in my bones and hear your labored breathing

Its as if we have run a long way just to stay where we were

And heard so many stories until we couldn’t contain so many lives in our hearts

And I see how we have been having the same dreams –

a vanilla sky for love, a blue grey green for rain which is a feeling in itself

a red red black for all the fears and very rarely there’s sunshine in our dreams.

The breeze is blowing with the smell of history and rust

Or was it blood that was supposed to flow

When we cut down each of our demons

And in the process became ghosts ourselves.

Does it feel like Life? is this what it was always meant to be

Was it just the echo of the events that changed us forever

Does time explain away all things?

Who gets to love and who gets to live.

Can we be in one place only at a time?

Do we have to go through this disintegration?

Can we only make so many promises as we can keep?

If not let me say I’ll see you soon

Let me say I’ll be the same person you know

Let me say I’ll get you the pieces of my soul you were looking for

Let me say I’ll fall. Fall from this precipice.

I’ll fall for you...