can i talk like this for a while?

elevators in supermarket... almost sound rhythmic. sad... poets don't use them in sonnets. i proved newton right again. the action-reaction-affair. i was goin' down.. n' my blood was rushin' up. i was suspended in the air for just about a minute... with just two hopes... the door never openin' again... n' my senses never landin' in sanity. but i can't even regret even when they both did.... even when i never had enough. i found out that love tastes salty even though lovers claim it to be sweet. don't blame them. maybe love tastes different when is in a motion with a acceleration of 9.8m/sec/sec.

does it always have to do with your heart when people talk about love n' its consequences n' all the canonical forms exhibitin' polymorphism... because right now... it's just my feet which hurt. maybe it's just too poetic.. i'm the footloose man who've lost his mind!