Falling

Not falling down. Not falling apart. Just falling. Tumbling. I'm following Alice down the white rabbit's tunnel, head over heels.

I reach out for the the familiar, strong roots to grab onto, but one by one they crumble to sand between my fingers and my fall continues.

Career. Relationships. Time. All changing.

Like Alice I am resigned to fall, bewildered, wondering where this rabbit hole will take me.