Sky high above Los Santos, smog experience, blasting

red dawn wide across. Everywhere is heaven, angle

shots. A streetfight, people moving like ants. Another shot

is taken, softly in his chest. Mission starting all over again.

The storyline or headline, how will it end? San Andreas,


I've been there, swimming? The place where it never

rains, only transparency & figher jets. Area splitting. Bird's

eye view, being here upgrades your reality, speeding. The

girls, muscular, and speechless. I've been here, sandbox

mission games. Found dead in redneck rampage, GTAV.

I never fought with swords.
Never got into a streetfight.
I don't need to do these.
I went through a life puzzle.
One that thought me left and right.
One that broke me but I got up so many times.
One that did not give me the privilege to keep my loved ones around for ever.
I've lived.
I've learnt... I still do.
But my scares aren't physical.
You can't see through me either.