Freefalling,
That moment before surrendering
To gravity,
That breath of emotion
Exhaled,
Before the fall,
When the head
Cannot clampdown
On the heart fast enough,
To change your mind.
For deep-down
We want to conform,
Bleating sheep
Chewing cud,
Avoiding the overgrown path
For that most trodden.
Let yourself fall.
I am the parachute
At your back.
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My Papi's Mid-life Crisis
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