I toppled over a roof top. I lost my balance. I'm on my way down. In suspension. Pulled down ruthlessly by gravity. About to hit the ground. I can see it, closing in on me with every passing second. The wind is screaming in my head. Still, somehow, I hope I'll be held. Somehow. If I were an onlooker to my fall I'd call this hope utter stupidity. It's only hope that has kept me alive through this fall. I'm moving down, I'm about to hit the ground.