Why The World
Why do we only realize life is beautiful
when it’s ending?
Why do we romanticize
The people we’re remembering?
Falling feels like flying
until the moment that you land.
And why is that so hard
For my world to understand?
Why does the window
corrupt the view of the sky.
And if I’m not the one falling
why am I the one
Who asks why?
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