Fall into Oblivion

Is it any wonder, then, that Randy felt mad. He'd been feeling himself slipping for years now. There were nets along the way, that would catch him, temporarily, only to leave him hanging as those nets slowly unraveled themselves to leave him dangling in mid air, once again.

He had fallen, so many times, into the depths, only to be left asking if these truly were the deepest of the deeps. 

Then another chasm would gape open, suddenly again, to swallow he and his entire life up, not one, but several times more. Like an unending chapter in a wonderland book series. One fall, then a catch, then another fall, then a catch, then another fall, followed by yet another fumble and catch, fall, fumble, catch. 

Like an endless dream where Randy is falling, convincing himself there must be a bottom somewhere, and surely the bottom would hurt much less than the continuous fall into oblivion that he was currently caught up in. 

Falling, ever falling.