The FallI fell once. I thought I was flying… until I hit the ground. That’s the difference really. Hitting the ground. Kinda puts everything into perspective. You never know whether you’re flying or you’re falling until you reach the ground. If you’re flying, you can either land easily and unharmed or swerve back up into the firmament. Now if you’re falling, and just think that you’re flying… that’s when you’re thinking everything is alright. Thinking that things might be looking a bit bad, but hey. You’ve got it all in control and can pull it out. And then you try, and realize, “Oh, shit. I wasn’t really flying.” And then you slam into the ground, aThe Fall
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Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws
-Jim Morrison
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I'll leave my love between the stars... as the world falls down.
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