A recurring thought is of falling.
Not slipping, nor jumping, neither is it of making contact and shattering at the bottom. Just falling.
The infinity between stepping off a ledge or cliff and reaching the bottom. The point where gravity has no power, where you are weightless and almost floating.
But perhaps, a more pressing thought is of lack of awareness.
It is that moment in space where you are slowly gliding towards death but you’re suspended in limbo. And limbo is timeless, unstructured and beguiling.
Limbo is nowhere until it is everywhere. And in those endless unknown moments, you forget that there is an end so near, that you are slowly losing your grasp on reality and saneness – that you are falling.
Until you crash.
Because while you were falling, you met an angel or a demon. Or maybe you met them while you were still standing—you lost your ability to hold a thought just as you lost your balance.
And while you were falling, you held on to them, not because you realised you would crash, but because you thought they were going to lift you, or you them.
And slowly but steadily and fatally, you will crash.
You never see it. You never experience it, but you know it is coming and they will be nowhere to be found.
Prompt: Insidious
