The fall

It would be easy to let myself fall. To stop struggling. I could look down and feel the relief of emptiness. I would let everything be, to last and to finish. 

But sometimes the rules can change, only when I know you're here to bend them. Only then, when I let myself fall, I don't face the ground. 

I open my arms and realise that I'm falling upwards. 

The sky becomes my path and the stars are my destination.