Is there a way to stop falling? To make the sun show you in a better light? To have the sun not black light you? Is there a way? I would like to know.

Letting go is so hard, but even then it is another way of falling. What is the answer?

Are we always falling? Is this ground not stable enough to hold us? This ledge, this ledge will let me go. It will let us all go.

One by one. In a line we jump. We go with questions, and hardly any answers.

When we hit the ground, we will hit it hard. Falling at different paces. The considerably fast, and considerably slow wait for it to happen.

When we smack the cement, down where no one else is, there is always another ledge. Another ledge for us to jump off.

Here we go. Are you ready? We are always falling, but this free falling makes me feel alive.

Let’s fall. Let’s let go.

I want to feel the freedom for as long as I can. When it is gone, I will be slow to get back up, but I will get back up. I will meet my next ledge. I know you will too. We all will.