I’ve been a wreck today, wracked with anxiety.
I feel tired and sleepy but can’t bring myself to go to bed.
I imagine the feeling I crave is akin to that of falling.
Of letting go and completely surcumbing to the pull of gravity.
My thoughts are breakable and fall around me in a continuous stream of delicate conciousness
I am a huddled mess.
But I take the plunge and remain suspended in time
just falling, no struggle.
