He, at the age, supposed to be able to fly.
He inhaled the wind. Thinking, why I can’t fly. Others, onto the sky flying, made his smile shown his feeling, his jealousy towards others; he saw, stared, spectated.
He, the only son of his family, while inside the womb of his mother, another life prepared to witness life. His pride, unable to swallow, unable to accept his incapability that their race he had never seen.
Another day again, that the she, he saw, flying along with the others. The she, he accompanied from the past. Their childhood, no longer he could accompany, due to his incapability.
His tears marked his memories. His shoulders heaved by difficulties. His heart filled of his solitary.
His disappearance worried his family, his relatives, his friends, and the highest of their race.
As above this tall cliff, this heavy air, the breeze of the night, recalled his ugly memories, begging for pardon; thanking for showing the glimpse of this life as before he would fall, he could satisfy the remaining moment. “No one needs me.”
He fell as he felt the body of the wind that wouldn’t dare to aid him to fly. His gravitated body allowed him to accept reality. His vision darkened as he closed his eye...
Ready to accept before he could collide from the long fall.