My legs are invisible while I walk on the clouds.
The next step is uncertain, slowly towards the next falling one.
Wet with sweat, my sight is blurred, many faces, enemies in disguise.
I stagger to my feet, another weird feeling of death. I can taste it, the air is saturated with anguish. Numbness, tingling in extremities – I can feel it into my bones. This is the time.
The noise around is the only mine; that laughter, happy faces unaware of the truth: theirs?
Another step, last thought.