Gravity. Pull. Gravity. I fell. Gravity didn't. What goes up meets what waits. I let go. Gravity didn't. Every step is borrowed from the ground. Heavy isn't a feeling. It's a direction. Gravity. Gravity. Every orbit calls something home. I reached for the sky. The sky never reached back. What if falling isn't failure? What if it's remembering where you belong? Gravity. Still working. Even when I don't.
