Falling.

That's what it feels like.

Like I'm constantly falling. Hearing the wind whoosh around my body. Not even getting the chance to breathe. Do I even remember how? Feeling like my very essence is being left behind; pulled right out of my chest and taken up in the air while I move excruciatingly fast. I'm so scared. Terrified. Panicked. Try to think. Try to calm down. Comfort myself with a single thought.
Wherever I'm going, it has to be better than where I was.

But for now, I'm just...

Falling.

"Hey, come on try a little.
Nothing is forever.
There's got to be something better than
in the middle.
But me and Cinderella,
We put it all together.
We can drive it home..
with one headlight."
-The Wallflowers.