The only way this works is if we catch each other. We’re experienced, yes, but the connection is never guaranteed, even after all these years. The nets below don’t carry the weight of our selfish love, nor does the crowd. They wonder how we do what we do, why we take the risks we take, but we’re just doing our job, putting on a performance for an audience of one. Sometimes we fall but that’s a part of the deal – We’re acrobats of the dark she said, two loose cannons shooting for the stars, two trapeze artists vaulting over loneliness, two unhinged orbits ready to collide.