It feels like the rug pulled out from under your feet.

But you never hit hard ground;

instead you just keep falling, falling, falling

with no sense of how to stop.

The only thing that slows you is the weight of overwhelming loss of the life you were living.

If all the things of Alice’s nightmares were true, this would be it.

Published by WritesofPassage

Welcome to my blog about travel and humanity, where the two join hands to send a message: that we all want to say the same thing. The purpose of this blog is twofold: to give a crazy mind a canvas, and to touch somebody's truth.

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