The Fall - The abyss calls my name

I fell. Deep. Down a dark hole. Some call it love, some call it hell. I prefer a nomenclature of a different sort, abyss. I keep falling, there is no bottom, no end. I throw up ropes hoping they catch on ledges of sanity as I slip past in a free fall. There is no reason, no understanding of this mystery, and still I fall. Controlling my fall is a crazy act of futility. I spin, float, and turn. Why? When I see her, my soul feels the wind of my descent. This is a good thing? I stood on the solid ground once. I don't recall being happy in that place. Spinning out of control, I find contentment in the fact that I will hit bottom one day. This hole will kill me. Does it wish me to be slain at its feet? Still I fall. I watch the faces of companions wishing that I would fall for them this way. They are blurs, rushing by, I think about them in the years that are seconds in the fall. My life, going by in seconds. The fall is only a moment, a blink, and yet, an eternal life is born and dies in that moment. Still I fall. It's peaceful when my body has no contact with reality except for the touch of my lover. Would that she had security that held her in my descent, then she could rescue me. Still I fall. What's left as I look at the light growing smaller in my eyes? I smile, warmly feeling the embrace of the fall. It's a leap that I will take again, given a second chance. Or would I? The abyss waits for us all, will you take the plunge?

first written in opinionsofeye.com (http://www.opinionsofeye.com/2012/02/fall-abyss-calls-my-name.html)