In the silence it appears next to me; a rabbit hole.
I lean back into the darkness and begin the fall.

Pictures appear on the walls
Old songs begin to play
Memories float in and out of my head through closed eyelids.

And the faster I fall, the more blurred it all becomes
the songs are screams as I fly past them
as if I were turning away from someone who was calling for help

But it was me, then…
and there was nothing to be done.

And nothing to do now but fall into the unknown,
maybe hit the bottom,
and find a different way out.

Luciana, 29