I am in love.
But who's to say with what?
I never seem to have two feet on the ground,
both feet stumbling in a mad frenzy
to right myself.
Head over heels
in the most literal metaphor.
I think i am just in love with people,
the way they exist in a world of their own,
the way their shoulders move with each breath,
the perfect little moments of humanity in every stumble
every fumbled word and clumsy hands.
It's beautiful.
And real.
I have spent so much of my life
faking, and pretending to be someone
perfect
that maybe,
what i really need,
is to fall in love
with something just a little bit
real.