I have this feeling that once I fall, I won’t get back up. My life as I know it is over.
I have this feeling that when I lay my head down to rest, I will not rise to see another day. My body will still be, but my soul will have escaped some how.
I have this feeling in the back of my mind that it’s over, and my discontent about this, sadly, is not as worrisome as I’d hoped it would be.
I have this feeling that I pray won’t be true, but if it is at least I know I’ve tried my best.
I have this feeling…and then suddenly, like me, it’s gone.