A Short Story Worth Reading

What good is my life? I fall from a dark, solitary cave where part of me is lost as my skin tears upon the hard, thin roots of conscience. Light falls upon my skin, and I feel free and alive. The pleasure lasts but one second before I hit the tense surface of a sparkling lake. How sad it is to see those who came before me sink into the water without hope of rising once more. I decde to keep still and let my body float. My scarred skin is soothed by the cool, clear water and the warm, evening air. Seconds go by, then minutes. My body has started to sink. I try to cry but find no tears to compensate for the pain. I try to scream, but I have lost my voice amid the horror of drowning. Different beings fall from the obscure sky. Their lifeless forms are stained by my blood and that of the others. My head is lost beneath the surface of the water. I am able to count the number of breaths left before I run out of air. My puny heart beats slower every second. As it reaches a stop, I lose all sense of space and time. I feel as an unknown force pulls me back into a place similar to my home. Its revolving strength takes control of my weak, motionless body, making me feel like poop. Wait a minute, I (literally) am poop!!!