This will be a post about falling.
Crashing hard and scraping your face against the rough pavement, your shins skidding the road.
No matter how hard you try, you can never quite get over the turn.
Others can, others will, but you still have to learn how to slow down and clutch the gear shift, hoping this time will be different.
But oops, there you go again, flying out of the car through the glass and the wind.
I’ve always been afraid of heights, even at times my own.
Not so much as the height from my feet to the ground, but the length of the fall.
Fee, fei, we all fall down.
I’ve never understood the lengths people will go to avoid something. To break a habit. To change the curse.
But the hole and the fall and the fog that brought it on has hardened my heart to that lesson.
I’ve learnt, but I’ve unlearnt something else – how quickly memories fade.
Here I am, about to fall.
Catch me if you can.