Most ones say that I had attained great heights even before I was born.

My journey is almost involuntary. Relaxing makes the descent easier. As if my destiny has been published and almost a million copies sold. Such is my life : no objective. I do not realise why this tug is trying to pull me down. Soaring high readily seems antagonistic. My companions said that we were actually Holy Tears of God. 

This uncanny feeling has been lurking in my stomach since then. I was born out of grief. No one remembers a tear drop that has been shed. It would only mean more despair. 

I look down and above, but I can see only haze. I wish that this Fall could last forever. I am afraid of my  future. I want  to tell them, we are not tiny. We are just a millionth part of something big. And if we pierce..it hurts like hell.