In the clear sky, stars twinkled about.
His feet just barely touch the ledge; He stares up towards the heavens.
He smiles, daydreaming of what life could have been.

He steps away into the ink.

The air flows through his hair as he falls, a star catching his eye.
Memories flash and run away; His head caresses the pavement.
Looking around at the leaves on the ground, he let himself fade away.
The wind blows the color away, his soul forever forgotten.
Lost in the wind.