Free falling

Ever get the feeling where you're falling. Just falling. Endless. Constant.

It's the great depression.

It's like you're falling face up. And there are these branches and surface to hold on to but the branches just pass through you and your hand always grazing the surface. You're afraid to hold on to anything there because maybe it's real. Maybe it's not.

If it is real, you could stop falling. Hold on to something. There's hope at last. But you don't. Because maybe it's not real. And if you extend your hand and it passes through your hopes, would you dare to try again? False hopes. Hallucinations. Fake and far.

But it's a long way down to figure it out.