I still remember the itchy trickling down my knees after a day in the park. Thinking I had made the landing, only to slip off the bar and be dragged along the asphalt as the round-a-bout span round and round in its own blurred world. I only started crying after I looked down. Not much has changed in that regard, I suppose. I think injuries only really hit you when you see the extent of the damage. To be fair, I don't think the round-a-bout ever considered looking down as it dragged me along with it either. And if it had, I doubt it would have cared or understood. I don't think you cared or understood either. What you did to me. You never much liked looking down. You just kept spinning, around and around... Nothing really changes with you. You're always in that place. Where the details of consequences blur far out of sight far too quickly. That being said. I suppose I should have let go. Its hard to be dragged when you aren't holding on. It was out of shock I believe, I was so certain I had stuck that landing, it never crossed my mind to let go. I should have let you go too, but I suppose it was the shock of it all. Afterall. I was so certain. That I had stuck that landing.