yay

in this weekend of yay and weird conversation
i wonder if i'll ever come out again
i'm standing on the high jump and looking down
i'm wishing for someone to catch me
but living in a world where i have to catch myself
or maybe i'll just do the dive
do it so perfectly there's hardly a splash
never afraid of jumping, just afraid of
head first, feet in the clouds
and the coldness
and the hardness
of the water below
this is my newfound life