Fallen, he hits the ground grasping for the ledge that is no longer there.
The sadness that he once had is replaced by fear, the fear of death.
The loss that he would not feel if his family found out he was dead.
The joy he would feel that he would not have to deal with persecution anymore.
He would feel good. So, he did not think about the fear, he thought about the nothing and darkness he would feel.
The boy climbed up again, ignored the flashing lights and jumped again.
This time he was free, of persecution and hate because of who is.
The newspaper the next day called him, "The fallen boy"




















