that moment when you miss one step on the stairs, and you think you're about to die.






My mind is flying in the wind. I'm letting my fingers follow the wallpattern. I'm admiring the golden lines. Turning around seeing your face. Bursting out in laugh and running down the stairs. Feeling the stiff wooden steps under my feet. Stumbling and grabbing for the rounded railing. Hearing your loud footsteps after me. Knowing that you're closing up.


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