JJCheddar77

Small whispers of me are flowing in reflected shards of glass as i fall through darkened nights and city-strewn buildings. Nothing seems real right now, but everything feels right my memories are clearly thrown against the wind i'm sailing through. White gas sprays my fingers as cold mist crystallizes with the ice in my heart a sense of freedom rushes past me while the chorus of skyscrapers beats to a fast rhythm. Freezing blue softly pierces the city lights below the sounds of dead life fail to reach me. Heart beating, the world stops its symphony for a moment everything stands still and i notice i'm not falling anymore. The shards