Falling in and out of spiteful consciousness
Passing through levels of past, present, and future.
Simultaneous combustion, fire stained.
The floors resemble each other,
Each blurred image passes its unique blandness.
Full fall,
A fools fall,
A fools dream to dream.
Goals and passion melded to one stubborn body.
The joints protest the illogical,
the static protests the dreams,
seams unseen begin to tear tears on my chin.
Falling is easy,
acceptance is easy, regardless of speed.
Or destination.
