Ideas

She plummeted to the floor,
desperate for something to hold onto 
as the world spun and her heart shattered.
She choked as her screams pierced the sky
Love isn't supposed to feel so chained.

I need ideas, metaphors before I write. I feel like I am a jumbled mess: so this is my notebook:
lack of air: lack of freedom
young love: beginning driving track
mature love: like a dance
traveling the world: opening your eyes
remind yourself to enjoy the little things: giving yourself too much, hurts you
There is more than one love, different colors of the same rainbow
Each day you must learn, strength comes with practice and persistence
a memory is like a picture it means different things to different people
confidence is as gentle as glass
fake it til you make it
open up the windows and cut the ivy down: let others in
beanstalks grow out of the ordinary