You jumped.
You're blindly falling, waiting and anticipating the impact to soon take over you.
Will you be falling for much longer? How far up were you? You can't tell.
You don't know. You just think the hard pavement will soon end the churning feeling you have in your stomach.
But what if you weren't so far up? What if you survive? You have to deal with the injuries and the pain all over again.
You don't know when the end is. Gravity is merely pulling you closer, to the ground you have no sense of existence.
You're just waiting for something you have no control of when it's going to be. You have no idea when it is, what the outcome will be, or what's going to happen to you. You're just waiting for it to happen.
You're afraid of it, when in reality, there's nothing to be afraid of. You're only dreaming there's something horrible awaiting you, when your mind created that figment of imagination, it's only a harmless thought. But you don't know that. You can't stop it. You believe it.
You wonder if you can control it. If you have the ability to fly, and you can save yourself. You just don't know how. Were your wings clipped? How can I fly?
How can I escape this belief that the hard ground will injure me to the point of no repair, when there is no ground I'm sure of being there?
Please stop the anticipation, just show me what'll happen. Will I be okay?
I'm afraid of the outcome. I can't control it..
..Is what you think. You had the ability to stop yourself from the belief of hopelessness and assumption of there being something wrong.
Can't you see? There is no ground. There is nothing to harm you.
Your mind played a false joke, telling you there was something to fear. Something you have no control over, happening against your will.
You're okay. Just look at yourself, you're flying, no impact awaiting certain death.
There never was anything to harm you
Don't worry, darling,
You'll be okay.
