frozen in time
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why? why falling? it's as if love's this huge boiling vat of red viscous bubbly liquid. and we're teetering on the rim like bottle-beetles, precariously peering in. wondering what's beneath the frothy, heaving surface and sometimes wanting to, sometimes indifferent to, the idea of being subsumed by all that heat.
then someone pushes us with a look or a certain way of shaking his head, and all of a sudden it's alley-oop! and in we go bumped off the periphery into the heart of things, wildly thrashing about; for the first time, realising the difference between inhaling the vapours and being (not sure of this yet).
