Falling

i. falling in.

new and fresh, spring berries blossoming into buttercups and pansies in bushels and bunches. the taste of cotton candy, the feel of humid wind, the smell of summer in the salty sea air. seeing light for the first time in 3 days, your first kiss, the touch of gods hand on your shoulder when you thought all hope was lost. bright crayons and sidewalk chalk, simple and satisfying.

ii. falling out.

old and withered, shedding like the flowers in the fall that are falling to the floor, wilted and smothered. the taste of stale chips, the feel of brisk cold, the smell of your last candle burning out. seeing your life flashing before you, the first time you scraped your knee, the falling feeling from a nightmare you can’t wake up from. dull skies and ugly thoughts, sordid and sorrowful.