... mein Zug endet hier.
Fascinating waves of boredom and fatigue in the sky.
Overtaking my body.
The waves force heaven to cry and its tears touch my corpus.
One hour passes. Two hours pass. I'm joining the purple dream.
A plane crushes in an airpot. People fade away.
My hands try to help, but it's useless.
Blood covers my fingers and my face.
Veins pulse. The red liquid squirts.
Trying to hide myself.
Feeling dead and still waking up.
It was only a dream.