SOMETHING I WROTE DOWN ONE TIME.

It was like something heavy;
falling from such a great height
but at such a slow pace
that you could feel every inch
and every moment of it,
coming to the boil; to the brim.
But like something that is falling,
it must come down.
That’s what gravity promises to us.
And though I knew the whole time,
I watched with ease and hope,
that maybe I could catch it,
instead of being crushed.

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