Falling.

Imagine falling.

You don't know where the end is. You don't know if you're going to die when you hit rock bottom.

 

But you're falling.

 

And you keep falling.

The wind rushes through your hair and all you see if the faint speck of light where you fell from. It seems so far away.

 

And you keep falling. You wonder why you're falling in the first place. Not purposely of course. Who would want to fall like this on purpose?

 

Maybe it was an accident. Maybe, you were pushed in. Maybe, you tripped and landed in this hole and you just keep falling. What idiot would dig a hole this deep?

 

You don't know. And you're not sure if you want to know either. You want to stop falling.

 

So you reach out for the walls. And you feel dirt scrap fleetingly beneath your fingernails but that's it. A root, a stone...ouch, and more dirt. Whoever dug this wanted you to die. Probably. Its so deep you're pretty much engulfed in darkness now. Why are you falling, you ask yourself.

 

No answer comes to mind. Only the wind rushing through your hair. And your empty empty head. Your empty head. You don't think anymore. You function on an automatic level. Live, breathe, eat, sleep, die.

 

Why do you even bother? Surrender to the darkness and fall. Try and scramble and all you do is get dirt under your fingernails.

 

Stay immaculate in your uniform and live life the way its supposed to be lived. Safe, sound.

 

Boring. BORING.

 

Sigh.