THE FALL

THE FALL

Every dream you ever had of 'love' will burn in the fall.The security, it will burn the security, and the hopes you had for the future, it will laugh in the face of those as you fall. And the promises, it will make you question every one of those. It will leave no concept untouched.

Falling... past futures imagined and forgotten, and all the many versions of the past you have spun in your attempt to tell a story about yourself, and all the things you were spoon-fed, all those beautiful teachings of love written by gods and gurus ... None of those will help you now...

Through layers of piss and shit and vomit, blood and cum and spit, through all the detritus of the seeker, sacred and profane, the rotting mass of unanswered prayers and regrets still held, and through all the unspoken words, the things you stored in your heart but never said to the ones youloved, the secrets you kept hidden out of fear, the longings from which you ran, the heartbreak you refused to feel, the love from which you guarded yourself in pursuit of some illusory security...

Hitting the bottom, waking up spluttering, surprised to be alive still, overjoyed to be alive still, it will all become clear, that love was the only reason, the only answer, the only meaning, and you will kiss the ground, you will celebrate the ground, you will never forget the ground again.You will remember, she held you as you fell, she held you in her arms as you fell.

- Jeff Foster