Fallin

Falling. I keep falling but standing still, crawling with one side and walking with other.

Falling in pain,  falling in trust,  sinking in lust,  when will I ever reach the ground?

  Hearing everything but,  not recognizing a sound.  Falling to my death but,  I never die,  I keep falling and I wonder why, 

 I fell when there was no where to fall, nothing but hardwood floors and drywall, nothing to knock me down but, I dived in it all,why the fuck do I keep choosing to fall?

Why cant i find solace in the midst of it all? Falling is all i do, no attachments,  no strings,  no commitments at all,  falling keeps me away from my soul,  needing to be but , not wanting to be whole. 

With no whole you have no pieces to share,  no reason to care,  no need for air. For you thrive alone and solitude is home.  Falling is my drug of choice, belonging to nothing but space and time,  there is no you, me,  or mine.