Into endlessness

I drop, into endlessness
there is no air left, no ground to catch me brokenhearted
there is only the fall
further
down

I hoped one day I could take my heart with me, give it what it needs
perhaps a parasol decorated cocktail, on a beach half a world away. Tequila shots, 2 dollars each, and skinny dipping at night; a taste of salt water, drown my head and cure my heart...