"Oh, when I was young- little naive me- I imagined my future would be hazy as I went along my way of life." He took some time to let the sentence sit dryly in the air before he chuckled something of desperation. "I'm standing here now, and I can see what my future looks like so clearly..." he looked towards the flower pot near the railing, "And it lays just there..." His hand, lankly stroking across in a motioning manner to the ground, "on the cold pavement below." His eyes welled with tears, as they seemed to glaze over. He wiped his eyes as he fell.
