I'm in free fall. It's tempting to say the things you do make me fall faster, but I'm fairly certain I'm at terminal velocity, and we are in reality just digging the hole l'm falling into deeper. The rush is beyond exhilarating. It's downright breathtaking. Like suffocating under the force of aimless passion pressing in all around. Isn't that irony, I can't breathe but I'm surrounded by air. Like dying of thirst when you're afloat on an ocean... It's all around and worthless. I'm terrified of the landing, and like a penny dropped from the empire state building, the force of it will obliterate anything that tries to absorb the impact. A heart shattered and splattered on cracked cement... But I don't see the ground, just tumbling through air, revelling in the breathlessness and lack of control. Absolutely lost in the sensation of freedom you give me.