Free Fall

If life were like an air tight bag we wouldn't be able to move at our will. We would suffocate under the pressure... just waiting to burst.

Then we would empty out.

But....when you free fall, nothing holds you down. Or pins you back.

But are you taking control?

Or are you giving in? Letting life take you for a spin.

Without taking it yourself.

Killing time with nothing. Letting yourself go.

Or are you breaking free from it? Thinking on your own account.

Letting the colors sink in. The wind wash over. So the ground can break your fall when you want it to.

Or you can grab hold of the hands that reach out, if you want to find the surface.

Or hit the ground.

Will you hit the ground running, have a plan. What comes next?

Is it a waste of time to fill your head with thoughts of promises, philosophies, fantasies, and goals for the future...that mean nothing. Or everything.

Wonder why and demand an answer.

Don't do what you're told just because.

Find the words you always wanted to say. The speech you wanted to give.

Even if you choke.

Get it out to someone.

Even in your last breaths.

Free fall...