consider this;
you're free-falling. there is not an ounce of light. there is no beginning to your fall, nor an end. you can't even tell which way is up, which way down. and yet you know you're falling because of the wind rushing up from beneath you, the air brushing against your skin, it's cold. you feel your body plummeting, all the adrenalin pumping to your veins. you reach out to grab on to something to stop your fall. all you manage to grasp is air. your mind fails to register a single thought. but you feel it. the fall. gravity. and your senses tell you, this is the end. you know; your fate is sealed. 'this is it'. for the longest time possible, almost for an eternity, you fall. 'this is it'. and then just when you begin to feel a sense of foreboding, having given up hope and succumbed to the inevitable... just as suddenly as you were sent declining down this bottomless pit... you're stopped. there was no impact. there was no pain. you're not falling anymore. then.. you realise that you're not standing on solid ground either. in fact, you're not even standing at all. 'where am i'. still engulfed in darkness.

you're caught in suspension.

and it was night again -8:52 PM-