I’m still falling.
I see the ground rushing towards me even as it floats away.
no longer know what it is to stand on solid boundaries;
they pass through
and I am birthed out into a loop
of waking and sleeping
and waking again to find that I’m still sleeping,
and can’t escape.
My breath comes short
but also long,
empty lungs somehow full to bursting.
How can this be real?
How can I be real?
How can I stop myself
from fading away?