 Falling as I am, still I miss the ground, was written by Dr. Sumerian. That's me. If you enjoy it, you can find it on the wiki and a link in the description below, and it is under a Creative Commons Share Like Attribution 3.0 license. SCP-1959 during its brief containment at Orbital Site 2001. Its current whereabouts are unknown. Again, from between the stars, living empty, crawling with purpose, a dream of a thousand worlds, like wet supple flesh prepared for carving. Denied, it screams for release for the abattoir to begin slick work. A void, a billion candles, a trillion voices, abiding silence. Release, it writhes below, more flesh for culling. Simple surrender, my love, green, blue, and beauty. Ake to catch the world, stretching forever. Refuse, the skin that was mine. Falling as I am, still I miss the ground. It is nice to know that I'm not alone out here, and I will see you all again on Tuesday.