I think trees.
they are stable yet they break, and with that, they ****.
they will hold up a building//\
until a strong wind comes and pushes its stability. the stable ground it relied on.

I think sky.
strong, stubborn, constant.
yet so often it cracks.
have you heard a thunderstorm?
felt the vibration in your bones.
have you seen the lightning?
sometimes it gets to be too much.
to absorb all the hopes of naive girls
wishing away loneliness.
sometimes the scissors make an appearance.
huge ****** light streaks across the vastness
bringing with each strike relief

je pense à l'amour.
mais c'est le moins permanente de tous.

everything i rely on is a falsity. every stableness is a lie.

i can sit at the level of the tree tops
but don't let me get any higher
that is where i'll fall.