The ground is missing from beneath my feet.
The clouds swirling around my head.
The wind blowing softly through my hair.
I spread my arms out wide.
Somehow I feel like everything is going to be okay,
as long as I am here in my nest of clouds and air.
But before I hit the ground to meet my tragic end,
I realise;
no matter how high you get,
how up in the air and lifted you feel,
gravity will always bring you back down.
Life is like a brick,
and like the law of physics,
there will always be that gravitational tug,
a fall,
an end.
I just wish I had someone strong enough to hold me up against the universal force I fight so hard to resist.
