Wild.

I shouted at the empty sky.
I glaze upon the gray clouds.
And fell through space.
Wondering.
Am i alive?
Will i be alive?
Do i dream with electric sheep?
And if i do.
I can´t help to wonder.
What else can i dream about?
Can anything dream about me?
Am i just an atom in the vast universe?
Disposable, unbearable, a blank in the book of time.
I turned to see home, far away.
I saw myself a thousand times,
almost.
And i knew.
What happened then.
Then.

I forgot.
And when i woke up.
I was in the most depressing place in the world.
Home.
Now.