[inspired by Edgar miller's ["Turning River Street into a River"]



Worse than falling down

it's like falling in love

where even misconceptions are illusion

where falling through the hole painted on the ceiling is easier than you'd think


Falling flat through life with no intentions or regrets

poisoned  my soul with harsh belief

that existence could be so narrow, dark, and descending


Worse than falling up

 is falling flat.

So when you step off the last dead end of the world 

will you fall up, into the light, or

down into the dark?


For in reality, there is no such thing as falling flat