The man was walking alone in the woods. The fresh air hitting his face. It was quiet except from the sound of the birds. He smiled sadly while he held onto his doll as usual however nothing was usual about this situation. He had been getting more and more quiet every day and the closer to the final live the worse the pain inside him became. Would he find himself again after the last live? No. Every day he had been walking in this forest and soon enough he found a favorite place where he used to sit down. It was under a beautiful blooming tree. Usually it was windy in the forest but not today. Karma changed the grip on the doll and started to climb up the tree, higher and higher. He could feel himself getting closer to the birds. They didn’t seem scared of him. He took the fabric he had brought and tied it to the tree before whispering “soon i am free…” and then he jumped. The birds got quiet and everything stopped. Karmas body was hanging on the tree bramch, swaying slowly from side to side. A final breath escaped the vocalist lips and then his eyes went cold like the doll he was holding. It was finally over.
