Falling in love

Falling in love was a risk we took. Like skydiving with a parachute you're not sure will work when you need it to. The last time you used it, it failed you but somehow, you didn't die. The parachute may or may not fail you this time. You're descending the unfathomable heights of the world at the mercy of a 'maybe'.

We were lofty people. You and I. Courageous souls that dared. Courageous souls that feared. Too many things could have stopped us. Too many things should have stopped us.

But the voices we were listening to were not of beings that understood 'coulds' and 'shoulds'. They were of beings that drove their will like venom. Dastardly. Treacherously. What could we have done with all that venom crawling through our veins? All those uncontrollable spirits harnessing our insides? Calculate risk? You think its that much of a risk to jump out of a plane with a 'maybe' parachute when the plane is gonna blow into pieces?

We are somewhere in space now. Me and you. Descending. Sometimes we congregate and lock hands together. Sometimes we drift apart into the onrushing wind. It's uncertain; whether we'll crash or have soft landing. It all depends on the parachute, see?

We're on top of the world. Its beautiful. Bird's eye view of a sweeping stretch of civilization. Human history and evolution flattened before your eyes. The patches of green like forests of earthen moss. The blur. The clouds.

Someone said on top of the world is beautiful but there's no place to fall. I like to think that's the irony of the millennium because we're crashing through every space there is; through every air, every life, every death, every height, every depth...

......at the mercy of a maybe...