• Falling.
    Everyone is falling.
    He is falling.
    She is falling.
    Everyone is falling, but no one knows why.
    Why you ask?
    Why are they falling?
    No one knows, but one thing is the same.
    Everything is red.
    Everything is black.
    Everything, and everyone, is falling.
    All but one who sits and watches.
    Watches, watching, as everyone falls.
    She is the only one.
    The only one who knows.
    Who knows why everyone is falling.
    For in order to learn something.
    Something of the mind.
    Something of the heart.
    Someone must be without, if only for a while.
    She was without.
    Without the thing that all others had.
    What she did not have.
    What she did know.
    Black.
    Red.
    Two of the thickest colors.
    The only clue.
    All others who fell.
    Their eyes closed.
    Why you ask?
    Why don't they see?
    For they will always be falling.
    The girl knew why they would fall forever.
    Why their eyes were closed.
    Why they would never know that they were actually falling.
    "Love"
    She would whisper.
    "Love is blind."
    Always in a hushed tone.
    "Love can never be physically seen."
    And lastly.
    "Love last forever for those who can find it."