There is a crater in my world, covered in wreckage and debris. My body goes from on half to the next slowly picking up what got left behind.

The pieces, however, are too broken down to even begin to put back together. Keeping them seems rather pointless too because they no longer fit me.

Staring at the sight before me, I can determine one thing: The impact was greater than the fall.

And I fell.

I fell despite knowing where it would lead me and where you would go. I knew it’d be silent and lonely with no guarantees of after.

The view was so beautiful, and the air made me feel like I was flying. Now, I don’t know where I am at or where I am going.

I can just tell you, it was worth it.