A sheen of cool, damp morning air settles upon my skin. It reminds me that I can feel. It echoes the fear that dwells just below the surface today. A fear I am trying so hard to ignore. I have stood here before…watching the ground crumble beneath my feet…praying for its resolidification…waiting for the inevitable plunge into nothingness.
I think if I look deep enough inside myself. If I find something special within me…it won’t matter. I will become weightless. I will float and never fall. I search frantically for that which will save myself feeling desperation replace fear.
That’s where I find it. It had nothing to do with me.
I’m not afraid anymore.
Someone once said to me that a Kat always lands on her feet, eventually
J
She sounds overly confident
K
you missed the word “eventually”, that spells the entire struggle out to land on her feet back again.