I feel like I'm falling
Not gliding
falling.
my scarf is thrown away from me
loose threads like scrambling legs.
My neck is cold.
I don't like cold.
I shut my eyes as
whispers fill my ears
whispers of fear
of desperation
of guilt.
I open my eyes
the sky cracks before me
a galactic mess
strange
And just as suddenly,
I hit the ground
Goodbye
Goodbye
goodbye...
