fall

morning light danced across my skin and i awoke with a puzzling feeling churning in the pit of my stomach. i'm alive. pressing thoughts are making the edges of my skull hurt, crippling my senses. a undeniable feeling that i can pinpoint on exact positions within my body but i can't find the source. why do i feel like this. a waking suspicion this wasn't here yesterday. i woke up with this. it must have seeped in during my sleep. my mind, took control. allowed me to think things that would make me feel them for real and experience such stinging sensibility. i've got words i want to get out but i'm not sure where to even start, the begin for the beginning wouldn't be so fitting seeing has i don't feel as if i'm at the beginning anymore, and the end hasn't happened. nor do i wish it to. so i cant even go there. and the middle, i've jumbled it up so much you would slap me with such curiosity and push for more information that i couldn't give you because i'm not sure how to throw it out. i'm slowing down. the rush rush is only what forced you else where. but now, no longer to be seen. where for art thou, questioning sounds blossom within the depths of my mind and all i can do is saunter softly around. feeling kind of off. and hope that i don't shatter this. fallen. falling. but to say to you - would only make eyes cast away and i'd fall off.