Funny

It's funny how easy love can turn to hate, as the branch snaps and your world spins while you fall to where you began, the cold floor reminds you of a home long lost, a place you thought you'd never see again. Winded as you land, the air was thinner where you used to be. Being down here feels like part of you is missing, yet you reminisce how complete you used to feel here. Up in the leaves with the one who said she'd stay, you realize that, that's where you felt the most complete, your whole you. You look in the mirror and all you see is the one thing you never wanted to be, the feeling itself sends you in a spiral within yourself as you realize this might be the outcome as many times as you try. You attempt to climb the tree over and over again, new people each time to help you on the way up, but you never make it far, the number of branches depleting each time you return to the cold void you call home. In each leave that comes down, matching you, you see a memory, a face, an old home that used to be yours.

But your true home, is the void of nothingness you fall back to.