<<Wow just found this from a while ago... I was a bit angsty then lol>>

Why do we allow ourselves to fall?

We fall so quickly with determination that there will be something to catch us before we shatter at the mercy of the ground.

But when it becomes clear that there is nothing to protect us, it's fight or flight.

Some learn to fly out of the hole, into the world again before diving somewhere else,
while others see the nothingness and accept the fate of destruction. It's too late to fly. They warned themselves not to fall, to stay above, to always look for the holes in the ground, to be cautious, to never let their guard down-...

But sometimes we just fall.

And sometimes we fly.

But sometimes we don't.

And we break.

And we shatter.

And we're left in pieces to pick up with our bloody, messed up hands to match our messed up heads because we couldn't earn to fly soon enough.
We knew the danger if there was nothing to catch us, but we continued to fall anyway, grasping onto the hope that this time, it would be different.

But every hole is the same.

Gravity always wins.

Except in space.

But there, we can't breathe.
So instead, we fall, breathing and screaming and crying until there is not breath left within us when our bodies meet the ground with a pathetic thump.

Because even if the world above does not hear us, at least we know we gave it a fighting chance.

Even though it was pointless, an inevitable disaster, we tried.
We couldn't fly, but we still tried to live until we broke.

Why do we allow ourselves to fall, knowing that most likely, there is nothing at the bottom to save us? To be there for us?

Because we're lonely.

Because the slightest chance that there might be something, anything at the bottom that would be willing to break our fall, is something we will never know unless we give it our all. And it will hurt. It is the worst pain, to shatter from a fall, all alone, deep at the bottom of a hole, while the rest of the world goes on above.

But when we feel pain, it means we are still living.

I try to fly.

No one wants to break.

Not really.

But I can't fly.

I always fall, and I always crash.
But I always climb my way out, stronger than before.

I cannot fly, so I break my bones until they are strong enough to carry me out of any hole.

Why do we allow ourselves to fall?
Because it is the only way we will learn how to rise.