Am I Falling or Flying?

Am I falling or flying I asked to myself. I have no answer so I shout to the heavens “Am I falling or flying?” But no answer comes. This feeling is like no other, the feeling of falling free in the air, but nothing compares to the cold crisp wind against you face trying to break through. The question seems so simple, am I flying for I have not hit the ground, or am I falling in a bottomless pit? But wait! I have an answer, am I falling or flying, the answer is neither. I have found my own way. I don’t have to choose from those two choices. Up and down are only two directions, I want to go in any and all.