I'm falling.

No, not that kind of falling you feel when you begin to like someone.

No, not that kind of falling you feel when you trip over a curb.

No, not that kind of falling you feel when you collapse into a warm bed.

No.

I can't believe how emotionless I can be in this situation. I can't feel any guilt at the moment.

I want to but I can't.

My soul, the one thing that no one can really see is falling.

I'm am falling away from the Father.

I have been ignorant and selfish and every time I ask to be forgiven, it seems I've turned away again.

Tears have overwhelmed my eyes, but now, I can't feel anything.

Maybe thats just me being selfish, wanting the world more than I want my own creator.

I shouldn't be like this...

A falling soul is much more painful than a broken heart, a cut knee, or an over slept morning, for it's rarely noticed, and if it is, it's too late.

(j.a.r.)