what am I to you // what are you to me...

// are we getting better // or did we used to be

definitely how I feel right about now. oh well. such is life. we live, learn, laugh, fall, get up, and keep going.

but man, is it hard to get up once you've fallen. especially from the roof of a skyscraper.

you take a big leap, you fall, waiting for something to catch you. but it misses, or never tries to catch you, so there you are, falling from the top of a skyscraper. and all you do, is you think to yourself, why did I jump... why did I do what I did. why did I take a chance... but it's then you realize you had a parachute all along. with the ground rapidly approaching, you pull the string, and poof! out comes a brightly coloured parachute, with every color imaginable under the sun gently carrying you to the ground. and you laugh, because the parachute is everything you ever needed all along. you didn't need anyone to catch you. only a parachute. then you land on the ground, feet first, head up tall. but then whatever it was that was supposed to catch you in the first place comes along for a second time, and you wonder to yourself, I jumped for this to catch me? and then you send it to the ditch in the side of the road, continuing on you highway of life with your brightly coloured parachute, which is what everyone really needs in this life.

a parachute. it's all we need.

it's all I need.