Falling Freely
Hands grasp at nothingness
Alone in the dark
The light is far ahead
This is no tunnel
Only sky
And here we fall
People in the distance
They swarm away
The ground comes closer
Heart beats ticking
Aging like weeds left in the sun
Only to be shorn
Wind blows right through
Our bodies like sheer curtain
Eyes alive and weeping
I am falling freely
Or so I tell myself
But no one is here to catch me
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