That feeling

I feel sick, as if some one had just knocked the wind out of me. In a great sense it has and my balance is unable to be kept by any near object leaving me to simply fall into the soft gentle air. This aura may cradle me for a while as if I were only just a new born baby to a family of a dozen adults, but for how long can you really trust the bassinet to keep its grip? Soon every weave of the wicker will unravel letting me escape the thick arms of affection. It becomes something more. The great extent to human perception leads the mind into a more detailed punch. There is yet no possible way to stay awake or to eat. The clouds swallowed your every... last... bit. You are left alone with simply the greatest and the worst feeling possible, there is no path to abscond.