abyssurge

In the midst of debris, swirrling around me. I stared at my feet. The ground fell as I floated. I stood there in the sky. Time stood still, everything was tranquil and silent. The ground misses me and comes rushing back. I took it for granted once and felt freedom in defying it's presence. In the moments before it crashed into me I had time to reflect. Had I really been so determined to leave that I would be swept up in a tornado, risking eveything I've known for a moment of peace. How rash and vengeful my world had become, determined to harm me. Well, I'll hit it just as hard.
nothing to say, nothing to drink.