Fear.
Life is fear.
Shyness is the fear of embarrassment.
Loneliness is the fear of rejection.
Depression is the fear of death.
Suicide is the fear of life.
A broken heart is the fear of what could have been...
But the freedom of fear is magic.
If anything in this world was magical it would be that freedom.
That moment when you let everything go
And hurt floats away like a cloud of balloons.
That's the moment when you fall.
The moment when you fall harder and farther than ever before.
Yet you are floating, flying, through night bright with the magic of hope.
You fall, fall, fall...
You look into their eyes and see forever.
You fall, fall, fall...
You lips touch theirs and love feels endless.
Then a moment of doubt, of fear.
You fall.
Harder and farther than you ever have before.
The lights fly by, as do the memories as you grasp for something, anything,
Praying, "Please don't let it end."
You fall.
You crash.
You burn.
You cry.
You hate.
You wish.
You remember.
The love, the joy, the hope, the magic...
Most of all you remember the end.
And you fall again.
