• I......
    I am falling.....
    falling to the depths of which I was cursed to.

    I am falling backwards to a deep canyon, which the darkness has consumed....

    And yet... I wondered, was I falling back to my death?
    was I falling to my executioner, or my savior?

    As bitter as death is, I excepted my doom, and embraced it.


    I closed my eyes to await the inevitable.... but I did not feel a sharp pain of needles, nor did I hear my bones crack as easily as a stick, but I felt something soft hold on to me.

    Something..... sweet, not bitter.... I opened my eyes slowly and I saw that it was not the an angel to take me to heaven or hell, nor death, to take my soul, but it was you.

    Your hands felt as soft as cotton, as you pulled me up from my doom...

    You are my savior and my love, I embraced you, with tears rolling down my cheeks...