It made realize just how small I am compared to the world. It was perfect. A reflection of a weak being just before death consumes him..
Soothing... Calming... Tranquil...
Then the blanket of sleep swept over my eyes. And one song kept playing in my head...
You can take everything I have,
You can break everything I have,
Like I'm made of glass,
Like I'm made of paper,
Go on and try tear me down,
I will be rising from the ground,
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper...