bottom
slipped into the well for ages.
kept in the dark to fall more and more dense, and any attempt to cling to smooth walls to stop or slow down the fall was hard blows and twinges of pain.
not want to lose forever the light that continued to see above him the mouth of the well.
had been pushed, perhaps he had left to push, but now it was not important.
The important thing was the fall and even more of a fall, the landing.
vaguely remember the story of the man who falls from a building of 50 floors as they fell changed from one plane to another, the guy is repeated for comfort "to far so good ... until this point everything well ... this far so good ...". The problem is not the fall but the landing.
light to which he clung with all the force of his mind and his desire is fading more and more and he realized that the light would not have saved. Staring at the light with eyes and the heart, failed to have the walls that ran alongside.
had to focus on what was around during the long fall, try to see the shadows of a possible lifeline which would save him. See in the dark. Relying on instinct and forget the light that he loved.
Maybe in the future he would join again, this was not given to know, but now, now had to stop the fall. Save his life.
And start to rise.
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