the ground keeps coming closer.
I let go too soon
I couldn't do a damn thing.
sinking through.
hoping somewhere - somehow i can find some sort of surface to grab on to.
Falling.
i shut out the world and wait for the cold hard floor to meet my bones.
was i wrong?
was i wrong to anticipate?
it'll all be over soon.
hopefully i just might be better this way.
Falling.
