The sky falls helplessly to the moist soil beneath, screaming it?s sorrowful sobs of innocence as i look up and smile
						hope the way i feel brown jacket alpha centauri the sky freedom light at night the onset of winter who am i? unaquainted friends when you wake bruising
	and pieces of the sky run down my cheeks as i exhale pushing vile pollutants into the surrounding air.the air chokes as it is diluted with impurities and filth.
		I fight to survive as others die. Never minding the wounded, the sick, and the dead, I push onward with out second though without a glance back, without an ounce of compassion for those whom I have pushed down on my way up.