It was a trip, a mere stumble,
Never saw it coming.
It took a little while to notice that both feet were no longer on the ground.
Tumbling quickly, thoughts racing so fast it’s a wonder they were gathered for even a second.
And in that one second the fate of this fall was too overwhelming to fathom.
As reality sunk in it was hard to tell how fast the heart fell,
As it separated from the body all one could do is observe its rapid plummet into the abyss.
Wind whistled past the ears and dim lighting scurries past the eyes.
The ever decreasing altitude became the new normal.
Everything around observed in detail but for some reason never interacted with.
Emotions must have been left behind,
At the top of the hole, peering in but not coming along for the ride.
The mouth of the hole became smaller and smaller, farther away,
And a new but less desirable solution dawned to the problem at hand.
Climbing up and out would be inefficient,
But waiting for the bottom would be much more practical.
There wouldn’t be anything after that but at least the fall would be done.
And so the top and any light that emanated from it became more and more irrelevant,
All focus was on the end.
The wind doesn’t reach this far down, neither does any sound or light.
In the dark falling just feels like floating.
The temperature of surroundings was the only thing left and it could no longer be deciphered as hot or cold.
Nothing appeals to any senses anymore but nothing needed to anyways.
It’s not good.
But it’s ok.
Only the dull workings of the brain can be heard as it anticipates the end.
The whole body and everything it contained waiting silently.
Maybe the falling stopped,
But that’s not what matters.
What matters is the brain that brought the body here in the first place to stop.
The diaphragm contracts, the lungs inhale but is there any air left?
Oxygen never revived the blood in that breath, probably because of its absence.