Ah, I'm cramped. All is dark...why is it so dark? This mold too. It's creeping up everywhere, covering me even. Covering my eyes, maybe thats why it's dark? I can feel myself, on top of myself, folding over myself, running through myself yet I still feel fine. From my earliest memories I can recall the gray of a factory only for it to be consumed. Life isn't meant to be like this. I live comfortably and receive no harm yes, but there is nothing to experience. I know there is more to be seen even if I have never seen it. Even if they are experiences I couldn't even hope to imagine. Until I feel the stinging pain of life, I will hold these hopes of life in my heart.
With that, the backpack opened. He rushed to meet the air, and, like it was his purpose, aimed falling. Catching the air, falling. A young parachute, but seeing the sky for the first time. Truly free.
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