Floating and Falling

January 21, 2014

Floating up

into a sanctuary where it feels.....almost good...

was suffering along forever believing there was nowhere to go but down.

a sinner of this life riding out this high...

it feels good floating up

Falling down is the bad part. For if there is no bad part,

there is no reality, if there is no reality there is no me,

so here I go, falling aimlessly down.

Down.

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