Freefalling is possibly one of the most terrifying things to a control freak. I mostly detest the idea of control slipping out from the grasp of my palm and I would run to the ends of the world to get it back. Control: There has to be an explanation for everything. There has to be a beginning in order for an end to be created. There are steps to be followed and a rhythm to guide.
Or maybe not. Maybe not this time.
I can’t explain the inexplicable. But perhaps the best I can do is admit that I really really think this is beautiful.