Fear is inevitable even in the calm;
A hard gush of air constantly presses against my back.
All panic is lost with the unconsciousness of time;
The presence of solid ground is but a foreign thought.
I see the pit fall away from me, yet i care not;
I have given up on the desire to hit bottom,
With the loss of all hope for reaching the unseen
I find no reason for why i continue falling
Ever deeper into the abyss.
I knew not what would be there
Upon stepping into the pit without bottom;
I only knew that it brought all that is serene.