wane

Revisiting moments he had been alive, he started to move with a childish spring in his step, quickening his pace. He moved in a sprint feeling the air gently kneading his hair. Taking the final step with a strong push he looked down bliss filled down the long fall. He gave a loud shout of freedom expressing clearly his ideas on life he had lived here, on earth.

Feeling proud, victorious he waited for the concrete. The world around disintegrated slowly and blew away like a handful of dust.

He kept falling into an endless space, the building, ground, the sun; everything had given way to a gigantic hollow.

He heard no sound yet longed for silence; he felt no pain still he hoped that the torture would end. Nothing changed; time had stopped to mock him as the desire for the final impact grew within him. It was not meant to be so, not until he accepted things, not unless he fought back and did more than hope