Air.

It was like he was
crashing down, like
a meteor.

His hair blew vigourously
as he flew like an angel.

And then he screams.

I'm going to die
I don't want to
I still have a life—

Aa, what was that?

Life.
Life.
Life.
Life.
Life.

L I F E.

What is it?
When did it happen?
When did he learn about it?

He was falling from the
soaring blue sky like heavens.

And then he looks down ahead of him - a wide country spread
free in his blue eyes.

A hint of confusion snaps.

A world of wonder - a colorful piece of reality.

It all was seen with his eyes.

Yet, it was a world that seemed to be a game of lies.

Then, he gathers into ball,
wrapping himself with his own-

he crashes down on an
abadoned cottage.