Gulped by heights and depths

All the slopes of the hills,
Valleys
Mountains
Fill me with so much of heights and depths
But when stepping them
I either see me scaling the heights
Or
The buildings and lack of oxygen rising above me

My love for him suffocates me
And the world below the height
And the water in the valleys
Scare me
Not that am scared of height
But standing there
The distance seems more
The water flowing silently seems to have taken so much of life
Some might have swimed through the death
But many just hug their love for heights and depths

I could have stayed longer on that land
That is hundred kilometers above me
But
May be eventually I would crave for depths
May be the air there would be insufficient
To blow away his thoughts
May be the fog and clouds would eat my existence
One stealing my sight and another absorbing the smokes of my burnt heart
When he was seen laughing along her smiles
When they both were inhaling the same oxygen
May be the love for winters would take a toll on me
And I would beg for his warmth

If I choose to walk it with him,
The fear of losing him, for the heights and depths
Would be much greater than your presence at that instance
May be the hugs that you gave me would not be enough
To feel it with air around me

Sometimes oxygey suffocates me
Sometimes love for him suffocates me
I wish I was the air
To live all of it my his side
Without the fear of depths, heights and the LOVE

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