The city - Everything dissolves.

The voices turn into a whisper

And the murmuring voices of

Wild things all around me

Turn into a thrilling conglomeration

Of noise.

I fall. Still holding my breath

In fear of taking the very last one.

I fall. But suddenly to breathe

Is not a problem anymore.

I breathe though my lungs

Are collapsing.

I fall. My body is left behind

My spirit flutters through the

Soft misty air.

It is a gentle feeling -