lil’ miss [free write]
we are not thinkers, but fallers in tow. our heart strings our guide, its beat a friendly foe. love is gravity and inevitability. it’s the science of dissatisfaction of being alone— no man an island, no heart its own. we crumble in pieces, fall to the ground. with such weight you go under gasping you drown. and where is the bottom when you keep digging in? how low is the ground in the sea of your whim? there is only so much to give without the get. there is only so much stake in empty bets. so gravity fall. and gravity be. the science, the sweetness, the delicateness of we.