note to self

note to self:

people fall in love.

they may trip,
they may slip,
they may faint,
they may wander down aimlessly,
they may lose their footing,
they may find their self below street level in surprise,
they may get carried away in tide and flood,
they may drunkenly wake up in the midst

however

people have never
throughout the history of time
simply
slowly climbed in.

if there is anything in this life to risk
if there is anything in this life to surrender to passion for
wouldn't it be the root of all passion and life itself?