the obscurity of falling

what they never tell you is that you lose the will of your soul

yet simultaneously find the meaning of serenity

how terrifying of a thing 

to have every seeming weakness 

put into projection

to feel all that was once unfamiliar 

rarely do they mention 

how slow it can happen 

how time becomes a simple construct

they fail to tell you about the words that often go unspoken 

being conveyed through obscure actions 

the sun and the moon

become metaphorical characters 

in every form of art that can be depicted 

every element of nature 

an adjectival piece of an endless wonder

how dangerous is it

that there’s no attempt at a warning 

that on the most unexpected of days

in the most unexpected of ways

we become intoxicated by the complexity of another