• He didn't live;he flew

    Among the birds,along side the wind,under the moist clouds,
    yet higher than any other man could go.He loved it,
    he loved the plain feeling of flying high above the earth.
    I guess you could say the sky loved him to,for he was the only one
    deserving to be up with him.

    Even so tradgedy,as it always should,struck.


    A cold unforgiving night flight.

    Did he care it was night? no

    Was he nocturnal? no

    Did he know about the oncoming storm......

    But more importantly did he know it was his last flight with his wife?

    the storm raged on,and a simple flash brought quick visions of fire,rain,and
    hard earth.


    Although the sky itself took her;he still flew,but know he flew for a bigger reason.He wanted to get higher,he wanted to pass the stars themselves.

    Of course when he passed the clouds,the sky got angry,jealous actually.
    He would pay next time he tried to top it,and so he did.

    leaving a simple note on his coffe table he took flight,and leaving
    nothing but a broken plane he left.


    Many people would say he died happy because he died doing somthing he loved,but they'd be wrong.He died finaly reaching his goal of returning to his wife,somewhere in the sky.

    and with that his fight ended.