Free-falling from the garden, And my soul begins to harden. Guilt pulls me down like a lead balloon. Head in the stars and eyes on the moon. Faster... Faster... Faster... Heading for utter disaster. Hitting rock bottom is a deafening defeat. Laying busted, broke and completely beat. Crumpled in a mess, feeling undone. That’s when … Continue reading The Fall
Dropping quickly down. Building up momentum fast. Rock bottom is near.