The Fall

Sometimes the fall into darkness is a tearing, screaming drop. Sometimes it stabs you with sharp pains and rips at everything you are, everything you dream, everything you hope. Sometimes by the time you reach the darkness you welcome it, for it means a cessation of agony.

Sometimes the fall into darkness is so gradual, so soft, that you do not know you are falling until it is too late. Sometimes you lose interest in all the pleasant parts of life until you are left flitting from one to another wondering why all the things you love cannot fill the emptiness inside. Sometimes by the time you reach the darkness you are still not sure how you got there, but you lack the will to fight it anyway.

Sometimes the fall into darkness is so sudden that you cannot breathe. Sometimes your dreams and your hopes become reality and you are so happy you cannot contain it all and then, somehow, you feel nothing anymore. Sometimes when you land in darkness you accept it as the price of joy.

But sometimes the fall into darkness is paved with wonder, and you do not have to walk its path. Sometimes the shape of a rose, or the twist of a word, or the rise of a melody, draws you down and you choose to follow its call. Sometimes when you walk in darkness you find the inspiration to call beauty from the depths.