It's amazing, and sometimes breathtaking just how far things can fly downward in record time. It is almost like a virus so perfect and indestructible that it is pure poetry. Where there should be a weakness, there is a strength hiding in wait... Where you think you may finally pause and breath you find a step is missing and you slip, falling sharply onto your ass, and instantly fly in the most painful of manners down two dozen metal stairs. The next thing you know, you have this inner strength pushing you to continue, to fight and keep your feet beneath you. What you discover is that each time you move a muscle cramps, a bruise stings to the bone, or a cut stings as if freshly cut. You bite your lip to distract yourself, then realize you are nearly making it bleed just to have a different pain to focus on. If you stop, if you stand still, even for a moment, you aren't sure if you'll have the will to move again. Yet each time you slow down, almost coming to a halt, you know that you have to keep going because everything is riding on you. The light at the end of the tunnel is that one day you will be climbing up, not down.
