when turmoil strikes and migraines take over

aren't there times when you feel like falling never ends. It's like someone pushed you into a deep bottomless crevice, and you just continuously fall- trying to live with the rockly cliffs swerving up as gravity pushes you back down to an endless nowhere. your only companion is yourself, and the rocky cliffs beside you who comes and leaves by after just a mere glance.

The strength of the magnetic forces of the world pulls you down, and you try to get up. You find a twig hanging from the cliff, grab hold of it and rejoice after finding what you hope is the start of a way out.

The twig then broke and you continue falling. It's like; ways out are given; but only to give you the chance to hope and not an actual outcome consequent to your hope.

Maybe your life was just made to fall.

Maybe you were just meant to be weak and let the gravitational forces of the earth play with you.

But somewhere deep inside you, there is one little voice that consoles you saying that one day someone will lure a hand down, and save you.

"Gravity cannot be held responsible for people falling in love" Albert Einstein