Don't expect more than the last downfall which first and foremost
made your heart skip a beat at what you thought would be most worth it.
Pick yourself up to sky high heights and wait for falls which must come quickly after what you built this all up to be.
And if you're already falling, then forget you were ever up so high, because an ending to a story is what completes and diminishes all that previously occurred and broke hearts.
The clouds with which you fall through are the haze with which you saw through, and blow hard baby doll, they'll float away behind your plane crash tracks, and you wont hurt so deeply.
The sun is far away and reaching it isn't the greatness you're waiting for, wherein the point you realize is that your fall back to earth is much nicer than reaching your idea of heaven.
Because if you've really touched it, nothing compares...
believe it or not you'll live.
Even after a fall from such a great high.
Subconsciously you'll find yourself up there again and don't take it too seriously, because you'll find yourself plummeting once again.
Just watch your step.
Glass of peace of mind breaks easy love.