FALLING THROUGH A VULNERABLE STRING OF LIVE
From birth to death I am just falling, falling through timeFalling is what I amI am this fallWhen the fall stops there is no me, or at least no me as I can imagineI am the motion of fall, the feeling of falling Fall…A state of exhilaration,A sensation of fear merged in pleasureA sensation of intangibleThe impossibility to grab the air I pass throughA sensation of the inevitable I am […]
