6 years.
For 6 years I was falling.....hard.
For 6 years I thought I'd have no escape.
For 6 years I thought that no one cared.
Then...
It all changed.
And for nearly 2 years I felt safe again.
For a third if the time I'd been falling, I got to feel safe again...
Until it all blew up in smoke.
And all infront of my eyes.
I'd never seen anything like it.
Not ever.
Not even in those 6 years of falling.
I watched everything, every part of those 2 years, smoulder and die out.
This is what it feels like to be cursed.
It's like a planet, spinning in a never ending universe, all on it's own.
It's like a bird flying, and flying, and flying, and never being able to land.
It's like and ocean that ends as soon as it starts.
It's like an angel being locked out of heaven...
Impossibly wrong.