You know when you feel like everything makes sense;

you're clear about who you are,

what you want from life,

what you believe in,

what you feel,

and then something happens and all that is swept away,

and nothing makes sense anymore:

you're out of control,

in

free fall.

With no idea where you're headed.

And no way to control it.

No option but to let gravity do its thing.

That's how I feel right now.

The only problem is,

I don't have the free falling feeling of a parachutist.

I have the free falling feeling of an astronaut.

Who let go.