the building had no name, though his was scars. it stood tall and when he gazed up at it, it reached the sky. he thought it apt and started to make his way towards it. his manner was calm and he strolled toward it. as he made his way there, everything around him seemed to echo his blank of state of mind. the absence of anything or anyone made it easier. all scars could feel was a light wind grazing the ends of his skin and all he could hear was the systemic beating of his heart inside his chest. approaching its revolving door he thought it ironic that what seemed so hard as slamming a door like that could now be walked through with a certain sense of ease.

scars wasnt really sure how things got to this point. what led it it or what was the cause of it. it just seemed liked his sense of purpose was distorted. when that happened he lost interest to find his calling. experiences make a person. though his were varied he could never really connect them together like most people could. at the end of it all he wanted change more than change wanted him and when it eluded him pressing the elevator button to the 99th floor didn't seem to be a problem.

his hands in his pocket he thought about people in his life. though he knew his actions would have consequences, he comforted himself in the universal truth that no matter what, life would go on. nothing would stop. change it seemed proved its inevitability of being permanant. he only wished he could have explained it all. but theres never any point trying to explain something to someone who wouldn't understand. he figured that when they were faced with it, they would never come to terms with it, never find the right reasons. all that he knew was that there was no right or wrong. it all became relative. sometimes you dont' need a reason to do things, just a feeling. he found comfort in that.

when the elevator arrived he took a deep breath and stepped in. his heart started to beat faster with every approaching floor. his palms in his pocket were starting to get sweaty. but then he saw his reflection in the steel doors of the elevator and he started to calm down. nervousness came naturally to him. in times of action he needed it to perform. his reflection reminded him of who he was and when he glanced up the lights to the 99th floor lit up and the doors opened.

he looked down, cleared his mind and with the grip of adrenaline he started to run. gritting his teeth he launched himself. it amazed him how random his mind was, with a couple of seconds left he could only think about how he should have tied his shoe laces tighter. but that was his life, its significance ran parallel with the act of tying it. he knew it and so did the world who didn't know him.

there was once a guy called scars and that was his life.