The ground beneath me vanishes. I'm falling for nothing. Just to understand my whereabouts.
by Erin Seenauth
I try to grasp something that's not there, all i feel is sticky air.
This is my punishment for all these years.
A while has passed, but i'm still falling. My fear is gone, my impatience is rising.
I'm tired of this, i want to go home.
I'm lost in this place and i'm still falling down below.