My shouts share whispers with the clouds above but fall on deaf ears here.

I cannot hear beyond the roaring wind.

I am eager to meet my end as are all the rest.

I hold such splendid moments in my chest as the earth's tilt shifts beneath me.

My pace has quickened it cannot further. The plot has thickened with mine own ******.

An aviary vision reduced to a glance.

One last moment, one last chance.