I jumped against the cracked wall, and it broke.
I jumped against the broken wall, and it crumbled.
I jumped against the crumbled wall, and I went through!
Apart from the slight bruises I received, the plunge down the building was short.
Quick to fish out the little postcards in my pockets, I scattered them as I fell.
Patient to await the impact, my skull to crack, to break, to crumble and for blood to go through.
I wouldn't call it suicide. I had too many things to define.
But there I lied, as dead as a dead person should be.
Who were we? Yesterday's questions are irrelevant. The deferred answers now seem too belated. We should have treasured the short commune.
A moment lasts long.
A moment as long as life.
This is an occasion to print an obituary.
But we wouldn't want to immortalize it.
There is a pattern emerging here.
So let's be patient, let's remember less.
Should we fall, should we slip, we know where to look.
Stop rewinding, stop repeating, we can only move forward.
when we reach the end, we'll meet. soon enough. always too soon.
A moment lasts long.
A moment as long as life.
This is an occasion to print an obituary.
But we wouldn't want to immortalize it.
There is a pattern emerging here.
So let's be patient, let's remember less.
Should we fall, should we slip, we know where to look.
Stop rewinding, stop repeating, we can only move forward.
when we reach the end, we'll meet. soon enough. always too soon.
The hands are holding.
the holes are filling.
and we'll rest when we have to.
We rest while falling.
This will not be a fall from grace.
Falling, is a gift.
the holes are filling.
and we'll rest when we have to.
We rest while falling.
This will not be a fall from grace.
Falling, is a gift.
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