High above those clouds I can barely reach, past the point where the sky becomes s***e. At this point I had barely existed. Their purpose, to show me the light and the dark. My eyes grew weary and my mind grew stronger. I can finally see the cracks breaking the skin. When they soon become human their duty became more of a burden. I wonder if their choices made me a better person? No matter how much I grew in distance from them I knew I would become them myself. I will no doubt make the same mistakes.