Love Is A Canyon

Love here is not pink clouds, but a wild canyon where the wind knows more about you than anyone else. It is beautiful, frightening, and impossible to escape. Everything around you seems to have stopped - the stars shine too brightly, and your voice drowns in the emptiness. But it's impossible to break away: either because the depth beckons, or because there's nowhere left to fall.

In this silence, love echoes - painfully, honestly, to the point of trembling. It's as if nature itself is saying, ‘Hold on, but don't hope it will get easier.’ And yet you hold on. Because even when it's cold and scary, it's better to fall into the canyon than to stand on flat, safe ground where your heart doesn't ring.