Falling
Falling
Falling
Floating weightlessly
Falling through space
Falling through time
Out of control
Dream or reality
Truth or fantasy
I know not
Falling
Falling
Falling
Day or night
Light or dark
I know not
Right or left
Circling around
I know not
Falling through atmosphere
Falling through water
Certainty or fabrication
Absolute or imagination
I know not
Do you see me
Beaconing for your gaze?
Do you care?
Do you hear me
Screaming for your attention in my mind,
But mouthing mutely in actuality?
Do you care?
Will you touch me?
Will you hold me?
Do you care?
Falling
Falling
Falling
In love
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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