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I’ve been on a freefall
Under the gravity of life
Coming down at an unknown speed
I mean, a crazy outrageous speed
Acceleration isn’t mine to craft
But of times and phases
Control isn’t mine to hold
But of life and life
There’s a certain clarity, an unexpected tranquility, in relinquishing control. As if the very act of falling deciphers the enigmatic code of our existence, reducing it to the primal, weightless journey from point A to B.
Like a torn leaf caught in the wind, she was seeking the ground, seeking root.
He jumped. Air rushed. His mind, clear. In falling, freedom. The earth rose to meet him. He wasn’t afraid. This was living. This was truth.
In this seemingly interminable descent, my soul became a feather in the wind, detached from the constraints of earth. Time, that relentless jailer, released its shackles as I plummeted through a canvas of endless shades of blue.
Down I went, a human meteor minus the sparkle. I couldn’t help but think of Newton, who was, by all accounts, a real downer. As gravity and I became better acquainted, I figured I should’ve sent him a thank-you note.
Oh my God that’s a heavy one. Not to mention prophetic. “Just let go” they say. Let go of WHAT? There is always more. Always. I don’t know why I do this anymore.