Space
Space has been made. A void. An emptiness. Infinite because it has no sense of time. Confused. Fear. Clinging to anything I can grab I reach but I still. Keep. Falling. Down or up. Up or down. I don't know. Am I falling? Or just, existing. I feel all the oxygen leaving me and my heart starts to beat faster and harder. Panic. Stop. I remember calm. I remember the peace. I close my eyes and give my body to the nothing and feel it swallow me whole. There is no light. Only more darkness and space. Infinite. For a moment, I feel the strength of 10 men coarse through my veins and fight to come back. I need to fight. Kicking and punching in desperation, I fight off the nothingness. How can you fight space? Failure. Disappointment. Helplessness. I am just existing.