I had always thought that the world was simple, that people were simple. Truly it was never my intention to see so much and feel so much. I have always wanted to be a rock, or a bird, or a tree. Something in nature that did not have to talk to others or relive so many days trying to do something-be something. Simple dreams really.

There was this kid, a kid whose name is completely irrelevant, but he was one of the 7 billion people on earth, and one of the many who did not feel like living. Despite this, he lived the most.

This is the story of how I died.

This is the story of a kid.

One named Francis.