Falling hard is how I’m feeling lately. My knees have weakened, even in practicing different stances to keep my balance. I can easily recollect on the good I’ve done but I’m falling, still losing a balance I once believed set in stone. If I were caught I’d embrace the capturer, soaking in tears I never knew were there, staring in a pair of eyes I never knew were watching, hearing a soft voice my ears have yet to earn. Catch me so I’ll become yours, teach me in understanding the ways of you, adoring you, loving you, appreciating every part of you that’ll intensify my inquisitive.
Catch me, hold onto me.
– C.A. Thomas