Who could have thought that days could pass like a bullet, hitting you hard in the chest? The eyes, bulging looking towards the blue sky and the time, speeding into a dilation. Where did the good days go or the friendly warmth of the sun caressing your face? The body lies on the sharp grass that you can no longer move at all. The mind wanders in a dark space, looking for cosmic objects, maybe a force that will **** your soul out in a vacuum able to be reborn again for billions of years. "You are a star." Why don't I drag myself in front of a mirror and tell that? Why don't I take the bullet, risking my life and get a second chance to live? Instead, I choose to get pulled by the gravity, an illusion, from the Earth's mass grabbing my whole body as I find myself lying there. I am not moving at all. "What are you afraid of?" The mind echoes and, in a brief moment, answered, "to be better."