HUNDRED

When he tried to free fall to nothing in particular, they clung to him, and when he was ready, they let him go. They'd leave an indelible mark on his mind that would last forever.

Constantly retrievable When he raised his head, he saw the gloom above him, too. This obscurity now shielded him from the world and gave him peace. Bruised, battered, and caked with muck and dirt He waited in silence, eyes closed, to be removed from this world. He could no longer reach the lights. He had moved far away from them, into complete obscurity. From where he stood, their brightness had faded. He waited and waited, using the few remaining faint lights to keep himself alive. Do you want to cry? Do you mean to tell me you have tears in your eyes? What a feeble bit of garbage you are. You're not even close to being a guy. Not in my opinion, no way You're naturally predisposed But I'm quite confident that was an error. No man ever cried, wept, or sobbed.