Cruel World:

The wind whistling through my hair is crisp and cool.
Surrounding me is the calm and blue air of the sky
as I fly through it all without a care in the world.
The clouds rush at me and sprinkle me with
their hidden secrets and cooling tears
and make me feel less alone;
make me feel happy again.

But those buildings
flashing past me
remind me
just how
uncaring,
metalic,
and cold
this
cruel
world
is.

Roof.
Tree.
Car.
Dirt.