It Feels Like...

I feel like I’m falling.

Falling down an invisible slope.

Never ending.

In the middle of nowhere.

I don’t know where I am.

And I can’t see anything.

Either this tunnel is bright with light and my eyes are shut tight.

Or it’s filled with shadows and my eyes are wide open.

But I can’t tell.

And I’m still falling.

Now it’s cold.

Or is it just drops of water?

I feel them but it doesn’t feel like a liquid nothingness.

It feels like a ton of razor sharp needles being forced into my skin.

But I feel no pain.

And I see no color.

No flowing red from these new wounds.

I’m getting dizzy.

But I’m still conscious.

And I’m still falling.

I hear voices.

They’re either near and quiet.

Or far and loud.

I don’t see who this voice belongs too.

But it’s familiar.

Who are you?

Whoever you are, please don’t whisper your sweet nothings in my ears.

They are all lies.

And I’m still falling.

I’m not sure which way is up, and which is down.

Spiraling in every direction.

Free falling.

My adrenaline disappeared along time ago.

I’m tired.

And I’m still falling.

When will this end?

Will I hit the ground soon?

Blinding white lights.

Blind-folding Darkness.

They are all I see.

Night or day?

I don’t know.

All I know is that I’m still falling.

I’m all alone.

Falling.

Down.

Up.

Out of control.

Never ending.

No way out.

And still falling.