May
28
I am laying in the air, drifting downwards.
I ask that you do not catch me, for if you do, I may never break away.
You may feel the heaviness of my limp body,
or recognize the slow and steady breath that maintains the serenity.
when the gravity arrives, you may try to set me down gently;
however it will only feel as if I slipped off the third-story window pane.
I do not know how the bruises and scratches will heal,
but the risk is already in motion…
