We are falling, steady. We are falling a little bit. We are falling into a mass dream, an illusion that is as good as reality for now. We are falling so slowly, so gently that it feels like we are floating. We are together and we are kidding ourselves. But it is noble and good and we are falling. What reality is greater than this? What is it we are here for? We are this: we are weight: we are what makes it possible to fall.

We are falling and it is enough.

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bespectakate over 13 years ago

Beautiful.

Gone Awry over 13 years ago

Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. Keep Writing!!

MitchRudeen (joined about 14 years ago)

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