feeling warm... feeling cold...
red, splash...
silence...
three minutes ago, he was standing on the roof top, thinking...
the world is unfair...
human beings are corrupted...
the society is full of selfishness...
he was tired...
exhausted by the stress in work...
overdriven by his family...
exploited by his friends...
two minutes ago, he was swinging the bottle from side to side...
half filled, pale blue fluid, forming a small tornado inside...
the wind was blowing, silently, through his messy hair...
his face... his hands... his half ripped white cloth...
tough day... toughest of all days...
one minute ago, he stood by the roof side...
feeling the dangling foot over the cool breeze...
too many thoughts... too many things going on...
get out!!... he shouted... to the dark blue sky...
...not helping...
he was swaying more vigorously... shaking them off...
30 seconds ago... he thought...
how does freedom feel like?
is flying mean freedom...
is dying mean going to a better place...
he was confused... drunk...
he stepped over...
25 seconds... he got used to the zero gravity...
free falling... it felt so good...
20 seconds... strong wind against the his face...
his mind got clearer...
15 seconds... he regretted what he was doing...
he never did believe in better place after death...
he never gave up on any occasion...
he loved his wife, he liked his friends...
he enjoyed his job.... it was just another tough day...
10 seconds... he was despaired...
if only there is a second chance...
he didn't want to die...
not yet... if only he could really fly...
5 seconds... hopeless... he started to pray...
dear god... forgive me...
3....2....1....
he lied in puddle of blood...
the crowd started to gather...
fingers pointing...
blood flowing out...
heart beating... slower... slower...
is there really a better world?...
he never knew...
he saw no whitelight...
only the world getting darker and darker...
another confused soul... took the short cut in the life journey...
peace be with him...
