He had my hands reaching out for the sky till they final ripped off and flew towards the sky.
the only thing left was him, and he had nothing more to reach out for my beloved heaven.
He laughed for about 3 seconds, maybe four. because his feet were always reaching out for the earth, touching it, but still being unhappy,he jumped off a cliff.
His feet were stuck in the earth and the only thing left was him and he had no more feet or hands left to walk and feel under his beloved sky and on his admired earth.
that was about the time he realised he was human and he had no need to reach out for the sky or the earth. he had no need for religion.
but the one thing that really made me human is the fact, that he realised something, when it was already to late.
he died, and as always, though everyone knew he was insane and he had never been a good person, they only said the best things about him.
the funeral was finished after 15 minutes and everyone went home and kept on reaching out for the sky.