Am I falling
Or am I gliding
Is this me dying
Am I passing over to the other side ?
The ripples in skin says other wise
As the wind whips past me
Screaming, blasting in my face
I descend faster
Gaining speed
Into the blackness
The darkness
I fall and fall deeper darker
Almost reaching the ground
I pull the parachute
There's still a glimmer of hope
A chance my life will be spared
Is there anything I should live for
No nothing
I'm to close to the ground
For the parachute to matter now

She said, "I can't swim"
With a voice so confident
The ocean believes
They're still best friends.

she roamed in the pale moon light
only so no one noticed the physical scars
that bandaged her broken heart