|Neyyar Wildlife Sanctuary,kerela|
I'm carrying a parachute, not so thrilled about the fall.
Butterflies in my stomach
Let them fly off to flutter somewhere new, somewhere not as unloved.
The nice words, the wishing well,
The plagiarized letter,the plunked hope.
The sighs, the wait.
The impatience, the habit.
The beating heart
Fear, not love.
The Faller in love
You, NOT me.