Half decade, darling, I thought I had been flying.
I am free falling.
With no parachute packed, nor knowledge of how to land.
I’ve spent too long hovering in the air. Too long, I forget how terra firma feels like.
Now, the nearsighted oculus can see the pavement clearly.
The solid ground is ready to catch me.
The decision is mine after all: to get up from the ground, or go six feet further into it.