Falling in love is such a high, isn't it? And then one day you wake up and you've fallen out of love... now that's a weird feeling, to actually realize that there aren't going to be any more of those stratospheric jazzes. Then that big plunge down. Till the next time.
I prefer to love at about 5000 feet under the big peak. Yeah, it's not as exciting, but it's easier to cruise there and stay on track. Not much bothers me at that level, and I don't suddenly find myself hurtling toward earth when I wasn't prepared.
Fuck all that turbulence. It's the reason I hate to fly in the first place. I'll captain my own damn flight, thank you very much.
What am I? The Analogy Queen?
I prefer to love at about 5000 feet under the big peak. Yeah, it's not as exciting, but it's easier to cruise there and stay on track. Not much bothers me at that level, and I don't suddenly find myself hurtling toward earth when I wasn't prepared.
Fuck all that turbulence. It's the reason I hate to fly in the first place. I'll captain my own damn flight, thank you very much.
What am I? The Analogy Queen?