I lost my fear of falling.

The tightrope snaps. Falling through the air everything came back, what it was like before, what it is now. I seem to stop like everything is moving through a thick mollases with no hope of defiance. You can see everything that is happening but you have no hope of stopping it, eventually you will fall victim to the abyss. You just have to make the choice as to whether you let them take you or you go down fighting.