​Something I'll always remember is the relief of letting go

And the panic of falling after

All I had was holding on

And now it's just air wind, and it whistles

It whistles in my ears, making my thoughts seem louder

Did I time it right

Should I have

I'll never know now will I

The ground rushes from below and  I'm not sure if it's soft enough will someone catch me will someone see me hello it seems I'm on my own I can scream but the wind takes my voice and puts it in its pocket pats it and that's when I realise I am screaming

I'm not falling and I'm actually just in the meadow dreaming about letting go

and the flowers wave from side to side their whispers reaching me

Crazy that one she is

My heart was racing but now it has stopped, and I realize

I realize I've just made a fool, and the fool is me

My cheeks redden and I bow my head

The curtains close

Acta est fabula