• Falling... Constantly falling.
    A never ending darkness that stretches before is weighed down with anger, grief, sadness, and malice.
    There is no light. Only dark... And then there's me... Falling. Always falling. That never changes.
    The darkness grows lighter, turning grey. Confusion, anxiety, stress, and longing surround me.
    And still I fall. It never seems to end.
    The grey clears, like a mist or fog being lifted to reveal a blindingly stark white. Happiness, love, joy, and compassion embrace me. And yet... I feel empty. This emptiness weighs me down. And then I'm falling again.
    It's dark. So very very dark. Darker than the darkness from before. It's nothing. Absolute nothingness.
    No emotions. No light. No dark. Just... Nothing. A giant empty space.
    I realize then that it's the emptiness that's been weighing me down.
    What is it? Why is it there? How do I fill it?
    With friends...? Family..? Love?
    No, these are wrong. To fill this emptiness I need... Something... But that something is something I don't know.
    It's foreign to me. Like going to a different country and not knowing the language. Like moving to a new state and not knowing anyone at school. So very foreign, yet familiar all the same.
    Now I'm falling again, but, this time, there is a light at the bottom. A bright light. So bright I have to shut my eye's.
    The light gets brighter on the other side of my eyelids. It gets brighter, and brighter, and brighter... Until it just stops..
    Everything stops.
    I open my eye's and there's nothing again. I'm alone. No emotions. No light. No dark. Just... Nothing.
    I'm empty... And then...
    I'm falling all over again.
    Always falling.