There is a weightlessness to falling.
It's like flying without the illusion of control, freedom doing cartwheels in the clouds.
Back among the million masks that wore me, I was always trying to own my fate - it's an essential part of hiding selectively and takes a lot of work, to keep your seams from leaking clues. You have to plan everything. Not just life on a grand scale but all of the minutia.
Each day promises to scream you into any eye in range and the masks won't abide that. Not the little you; that shiny, laughing bold and reckless you, the one the masks sing, but the secret you, the you too large not to spill noise lightly.
The you of your darkest corners. The one that only shouts in whispers yet every syllable carries so far past the surface, the tiny voice inside must wonder - how can they not hear me?
So now I gladly fall, a shooting star burning against the friction of life.
Someday I'll reach a patch of ground, fall into earth and take my place, at rest among a billion other stars that blazed before me.
There is a weightlessness to falling. I think I'll name it grace.
Author notes
Yah - I know you said 'not too long' but this is what spilled. Blech, I haven't written prose for so long, it's not easy to keep it tight
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A contest entry
- prose. by Melissa Gayle.
500 points, ended May 1, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
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*pulls horrid face*
& *pulls another*
I think from 'grace' to falling - I hope my face hits first
lol. My old bosses name - not anything as beautiful as your words. 
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I loved this, and if this is too long, why did I want to read more?
Excellent hon.
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good luck in the contest
I like the idea of falling...weightless...
gives me hope.
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Yeah, I knew you would know the beauty of free falling
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I really, really enjoyed this prose, you made me feel that weightlessness in the end while reading...yes...it is grace & I like how you brought the beginning line back to the end again...thanks for this read
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This is really beautiful. The voice here spills quietly, soft like a feather floating. There is no fear, despite the mention of masks, which whilst not as visible as some may think, weigh heavy after a while.
It feels like serenity.
I like your prose voice.
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This is so good. Love so many images. Cartwheels in the clouds was amazing. You do prose so well.
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