Falling

You might have heard the story of the guy who fell off a skyscraper? On his way down past each floor, he kept saying to reassure himself: “So far so good… so far so good…”

My first memory is of me falling. I can’t remember my age I can only remember this feeling of falling. Through the clouds and the sky I couldn’t see the end of it, I kept on falling.

Time passed, and I have grown used to this feeling. There was no ground, but I was afraid of it. When will it hit me? When will it end? I learned to walk, to talk, to eat, to breathe while falling.

I sometimes I think that maybe this is flying, but then I realize that I am not in control, I am falling.