I close my eyes, the world feels gray,
my heart beats strong, yet drifts away.
I am falling through the atmosphere,
reaching for wisdom that feels near.
Days turn to riddles shaped by light,
hope and fear stay close in sight.
Each breath becomes a quiet prayer,
I learn to trust the unknown there.
Though trembling I loosen my tight hold,
Letting life guide me gentle and bold.
It whispers softly you are here,
even while fallin thru the atmosphere.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 8:51 AM UTC
I close my eyes, the world feels gray,
my heart beats strong, yet drifts away.
I am falling through the atmosphere,
reaching for wisdom that feels near.
Days turn to riddles shaped by light,
hope and fear stay close in sight.
Each breath becomes a quiet prayer,
I learn to trust the unknown there.
Though trembling I loosen my tight hold,
Letting life guide me gentle and bold.
It whispers softly you are here,
even while fallin thru the atmosphere.
