Sometimes I crave the solid ground of rock bottom

The peace in knowing, the ground cannot move from beneath me anymore

It is a place to rest my head

a place to look at the height of the sky and wonder when it’ll fall

The comfort of stiff assurance these rocks provide

make me wonder why I ever flew high off expectations in the first place

My home is the rocks that craddle me to sleep

That hear me weep when my parachute decided it cannot carry the weight of my dreams

Yet I kiss the ground once again

I set off for higher ground

Knowing rock bottom will be there to catch my fall.