"...in order to make peace with one's enemy, one must make war with oneself," decried the voice over my shoulder. it was unfortunate for me that i could not, at that moment, change the channel; for my enemy d'jour was, in fact, gravity. slowly, but steadily, she embraced me in that wicked way that only she can, while my mind flailed desperately in a puddle of words.

it was not for lack of effort that i succumbed - it was for peace.

and so, i fell.