Falling

Wind quickly brushing against my face

I feel weightless

 

Falling backwards

I look up at the sky

 

The rush, the breeze

It all fills me with excitement

 

Faster, faster

Down, down

 

I keep falling

As to what seems as hours

 

Down, down

Faster, and faster

 

Thyself has fallen

High off a great tower

 

Then I hit the ground

Thou soul searches for me

 

Thyself cannot find me

For I have fallen

 

 

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Emo Dino Luver,

Or Misa. It's the rush that you get... that quick heart rate...muscles tense and everything just kinda stops for one brief moment. then everything just rushes into your face....such a thrill.

Well written, one minor bump... feels = fills? ...was my thought.

Regards,

Matthew