Life is about rapid movements.
That is all I have seemed to learn.
Work swiftly.
All day. Everyday. From morning to night.
There is no time to waste.

There is always something to be done.
I have to keep moving.
I must keep pushing.
My goal: Expand the lengths of my abilities, only for me to push some more.

I fall down, I get back up, I keep going.
The wind seems to soar by me at tremendous speeds.
What else do you expect for city life?
Gray skies hover all around.

The sudden movement of cold metal sweeps me off my feet.
The buildings turn upside down.

Moments pass.

I can feel the rugged concrete of the street against the back of my head.
Pain shooting down my spine.
I lay on the hard concrete staring up at the now blue sky.
The clouds move leisurely.
A gentle breeze blows through the streets.
Life seems to flow in slow motion.

I smell the city for the first time.
I breathe in the aroma of life itself.

It is sad; the first time I see the beauty of the world, it only seems to be my last.
Everything turns to darkness.