i'm not sure where and how to jump. but i did anyway. falling was an inevitable verb this saturday. i cannot ignore. i was helplessly burning and clashing with the atmosphere, like a canon ball,  pulled by a force greater than neozep tablets when not taken. i held on to a hope cigarette.

yes. i told the clouds they were beautiful. but they just drifted away, staring at me. i painfully sink in solid ground, my eyes decided to just shed something for clouds. for we cannot reach to touch them now, except when they rain on us. did someone ever asked clouds to stay? i'm scared to try, i'll wait to ask a passer-by. 

"you'll live," clouds whispered. i woke up at home and smiled, yet i will lay back to the dream, to die.#