The heartbeat of our galaxy is the sun,
and like it, my own heart, is constantly
in a state of rising and falling…
rising and falling…
rising and falling.
An endless drumming pulse.
Highs and lows and all the in-betweens.
I get tired of the unavoidable falling,
but that’s life.
Life is a dynamic-volitile beast.
It is day and night,
light and dark,
pain and pleasure,
good and evil.
Without the falling we’d never fly;
and we’d find ourselves static,
flatlined, and in the numbing arms