The Waterfalls

Reality slips away like waterfall. It reaches the edge of that ever approaching cliff promising the great fall before finding solid ground again.
The numbness begins. It starts at the toes and inch by inch crawls up giving way to a new sense of gravity. The weight of the world buckles at the knees and the cruel hardness of the earth’s face kisses them.
Over the water goes.
There is a fuzziness in the air. Once thin, becomes thick and unbearable to behold. The sight of the eyes swim through the fog trying to grasp the familiar, trying to hold on to what is actually in existence. The numbness has spread. It engulfs the whole being. In its wake lies ever forming rigidity. This new tightness obscures the muscles where once they were fluid, are now turned to stone.
The water crashes to the pool below.
Each touch, each whisper in the air electrifies the skin. The sensation left repeatably stabs at the same spot.
Torture.
The lines of the world swim. They swirl and tumble like a dancer of delirium. Never static. Shadows grow without an object to cast them. Lights appear without an illuminating source.
Something breaks.
The fall and the landing gives way to ripples of calmness over the body.
I can breath deep again.