Skyscraper

I am on basket hanging on a string, which is strung between the tops of two five story buildings. I am not afraid to fall because it is impossible…or at least improbable. I have my feet on the ground, somehow, even in the basket.
Light kisses that flutter over my lips make breathing become so much easier. There is no time I can remember where I felt so free, so undefined, guarded by a strange kind of magic that makes the heart sing. I refused to wilt, like a used up flower, as i have before. i did not choose to be born, but I can choose to live. And life isn’t all that bad. It’s a test of character.
I will conquer everything…I can’t afford not to.
My fairytale is only a few years from coming true.

God, it makes me sick, knowing how much and how very simply I love you. It is effortless, as breathing. Even when we fight I giggle because we are like skyscrapers, and nothing can truly touch us.

You have my heart in your hand,
you have my heart so don’t, don’t let it go….
You’re too good to be.

love,
Amanda