Those dirty air he tasted souring the itchy throat that thirst for cold water, bowing down to these fountains not minding anymore the purity of it ability to quench a thirst. "I don't know, I don't know. What has the world gotten into?" The boy said while drinking from the fountain while looking to his side a crowd of people carelessly walk by knowing that he is insignificant. It's not for you to understand or anyone at all. Maybe he needed some time to breathe or maybe he hoped he won't breathe anymore at all. He walked and traveled far away from these people along the coasts of the silent seas. Looking over the horizon where the sea collides with the sky and the sun that wants to be a part of the non homogeneousity he believes he wasn't like the sun, nor the sea, nor the sky. He was indefinitely to himself... Unimportant and remembered he was just there to see the beauty of the three. Claiming that he wasn't want to be a part of it, claiming that he doesn't mind being unappreciated and that he's only there to appreciate others. He bows down at the edge of the sea seeing himself on the surface of the sea... "I am, I am part of this beauty. They are more than three." He murmured to himself. He realized he has been always been part of this all this time. He fell to his knees and the sea crashes on his body.
"Oh, please tell me why am I note a bigger part of this?" he shouted at the top of his lungs and the sky and sea replied with winds gushing and waves crashing on him. His phone rang, it was his mother, answering the phone he burst into tears the more he is part of the sea. Throwing his phone over the raging waters he dives into the shallow waters and never intends to reach the surface he closes his eyes. And in a moment he opens and he calls himself "I, it's has been me all along."