Falling feels like flying until the moment you land because as soon as you touch the ground you are not flying but lying on the ground. Either dead or injured from the flight.

The brief moment that you feel like everything is off your shoulders and you feel light and not burdened by the hurt, it is taken away by the landing; the realizations.

As fast as the birds appear next to me in the air, is also as fast as they disapear for the fear of the ground at such great speeds.

The ground is a vast expanse of green and mountains and oceans but it isn’t as beautiful as being in the air high in the clouds, looking down on the life you could have had, or your family could have had, even your animals.

Falling feels like flying until the moment you land.