Emphatic skydiving!

Do you suspect everything and defy gravity without looking around or looking others in the eye?  Do you let go as quickly as you wash your hands and unravel rosaries that don't sum up your faith?  Do you defend ideas that you don't understand and drag the washed clothes across the floor to the clothesline?  Do you lose track of yourself along the poorly traced paths on the faded map of your fears?  Do you usually have so many questions that the answers no longer make sense scratched on the walls of the asylum?  Have the languages ​​you speak stuck to your tongue and not even the staleness in your breath can mean your verses?  Are you tripping over ellipsis too much and there are no commas to save your sentences?  Do you want me to cover your eyes and ask who I am?