To be honest with you, I think I’m falling,
Not falling in love or falling out of love,
But merely falling.
A sense of time and life sleeping away
Into the abyss of nothiness

Not the overwritten falling into a hole with no end,
Waiting for a rope to be thrown over,
Or an outstretched hand to hold onto,
But falling into the event horizon of a black hole.
The unavoidable truth that I could never escape,
Doomed to fall but frozen in time from the outside,

I know my feet are on the ground.
I know that my hands are writing on a keyboard.
But some part of me, however small,
Still believes that it’s not there,
That this is not real.