I DISCONSOLUTE

It was then when that little being noticed. I was falling from the top of a tower, without going anywhere, closing my eyes, opening my wings to descend and glide, thus returning to reality.

Where everything he had dreamed was a lie, where happiness came to an end, where he plunged into the depths of his own being and found himself; decadent, broken, despondent and without any hope of being able to get out.