Sometimes when you fall... - Part VIII

He turns the key in his lonely apartment. The silence is oppressive.

He turns on the computer, plays a game, heats up his dinner, watches a show. Again. Same as last night, same as next night. Wake up, work, eat, jerk off, rinse, repeat.

It’s too late, he should go to sleep.

Instead he goes to the window.

He looks out into the uncaring city lights.

He looks down.

He could fall.

Instead he flies.