Falling

Another day of this sensation of falling, a fall which has nothing to do with the kind of free falling which a parachuter experiences before the parachute is released, and you are in a state of weightlessness. This fall is more like being dragged through a series of thorny thickets, which rips your flesh up and leaves you wounded and in pain.

If only this war could stop. Inside of me and outside. When am I going to come to terms with myself and the world? Will I ever come home?