Bumping
Jan 31st, 2009 by Mariana Gorjão
Everything disappears
It will all go away
Wishes and hopes are fading
I can’t see very well.
I’m bumping, bumping
And bumping.
So many forms around me.
Even when I see nothing
I keep bumping.
I’m falling,
I can feel my body closer and closer
To the ground
I move my arms forward
But I touch nothing ,
I wasn’t falling after all.