8 Jun 2014


I feel nothing beneath or above me, except the rush of incoming air.

There is only blackness below and above. The surrounding walls move too fast.

I feel fear. I try to fight it. Attempt to understand it.

Am I in the middle of an escape? Or in the midst of an impending death sentence?

There has to be more than this.

The wind continues to flutter against my horizontal body, failing to slow my descent.

Is there approaching danger? Is there a final destination down there?

When does the journey end?

The cold gust, the sickening air...

I close my eyes to shut it all out...

I sigh as I see myself back on the bed.