Falling was a bit of text I wrote over 12 years ago. I thought I had shared it then, but couldn't find it in my LiveJournal for that time frame. I re-read it and thought it was time to re-post and...why not record an audio version as well?

It isn't exactly a poem, not really a story. Lament just seemed the best description.

And please don't worry, this doesn't reflect my current emotional state. And I wasn't suicidal then. Frankly, I can't recall the exact circumstances that compelled me to write it.

I would love any feedback on this.

A text version can be found here

[Edit: changed text file from submission to Journal entry due to how Weasyl formats text]