I’m falling 

and falling 

and my back is 

burning 

but I’m freezing 

cold 

cold 

and the wind is 

rushing 

and howling 

louder than ever 

but it’s so quiet. 

I should be screaming 

but I don’t know 

if I am because 

this falling 

is full of more 

freedom than 

flying. 

The sun is 

growing smaller 

and the ocean 

is getting closer 

and there’s a crash 

and silence