Am I falling or flying? It's impossible to distinguish between the two. Two distinct feelings, yet i can't say i'm flying and i can't say i'm falling.
Where am I?
Am I suddenly indecisive? The one who falls a little and flys a little- but can never touch the clouds, can never see the stars...can never be there.
Stuck in the middle.
But there's no place for me. This parachute won't hold me up for much longer and i want control, the control that comes with flight.
I'm sick of being a puppet. I want to pick myself up when I fall.