constantly falling.

I can't see it but I feel it
I once thought I'd figured it out you know
this thing called time,

it mocks my existence behind a wall
I can't touch nor breakthrough,

I've tried to climb it only to fall
and when you fall
you finally know the distance

each Time the climb gets easier
but so much more painful to fall,

just like love really
I don't even get it anymore

I'm constantly falling
he just has that effect on me,

I exist somewhere more than here
but I can touch him by choice,

see him existing
watch him interchange within my eyes
inside my heart,

but still it's time, time and love
My soul can't tell apart,

for without, within
My existing skin
would either have gotten in.

nardine Sanderson 09/07/2015