Something to think about...

His soul seemed to drift away, and it threw everything off. He looked around and even his tattoos didn’t seem to be his. The day had run into night and the blunt had been smoked to ashes. His vision hazy and slightly askiew, he stumbled forward into a brand new vision. He stood on a ledge that time couldn’t touch, and watched the problems below lash about. He took one step but not to plunge, instead arms turned to wings and he attempted to jump. As he struggled to fly, he felt pain in muscles he never knew he had. He felt fears surge upon him but he knew that he must be strong, he had to learn to fly.