Thoughts

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Does it ever feel like you're falling?

Falling into a world of smooth dimensions;

with waterfalls for walls

and caves surrounding you.

No people, no animals.

Not even a cloud drifts by, and the sun shines dimly, as if covered by a curtain, muted and quiet.

All you can hear is the water.

It rushes violently in the distance, roaring in fury

then it flows toward you, first a river, then a stream, then maybe a brook, the water settling and pooling, slowing peacefully.

Yet you cannot stop falling, no matter how the water slows

or how the forest grows silent,

it makes no difference.

It's like you're a feather,

who has lost its owner.

You drift through the air, at the mercy of the wind.

And you can never quite rejoin the story you left behind, or even start a new one.

Someone else is in charge.

You have no control of what happens next.

Does it ever fall like you're feeling?

Will the feather change course and head for a distant land when you feel restless?

Will it stake a claim in some distant land when you feel tired?

And, most importantly, when you need comfort will it ever find its way home?

Does it ever feel like you're falling?