Can you imagine what it's like to be falling in utter darkness? No sensation except the numbing wind rushing past, but eventually you stop feeling that. Just the black, seeping into your pores. You close your eyes and nothing changes. You open them and it's still impossible to see. I can't imagine it, but I don't have to. Nor do you. You won't.
Alternatively,
We're all standing on the edge of an abyss. Maybe it holds that same darkness you're falling through. I don't know. There could be others falling in that darkness. Right next to you, if only you could see them. But you can't, and for all you know Nothing is there. Or something much worse. Born in that night. Born of that night. With eyes that see through absence and gaze at the hollow cavern of your heart flooding with dark.
All of us. And the difference is, some of us are looking down off that precipice. Into the pit. No, a lot of people do that, once or twice. But some of us lean over. Hunch. Stoop.
The terribly thin point of balance pressed against something airy and thinner than Someone's hair brushing through your hand - beyond which, by just a fraction, you tip. And no matter how much you writhe, twist, coil, turn, reach,
You fall.
And maybe you realise, years later, still gone, unsure even if you move let alone fall in this void, long after you see the light at the top vanish, or was it there ever, or were you always falling, and the ground, the bottom, the floor so solid and silent rushing up to envelop you, not that you could see it sense it even because you feel you've always sensed it but its reaching up you're sure you're sure there's a bottom and it will enfold you in less than the briefest moment of a fugacious glance half-shared with a stranger you will never know you won't even feel it as it happens and then you won't feel anything at all
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