writing exercise

Pushing through the cracks in the ceiling the polystyrene tiles shatter into a thousand pieces, dusting my head like snow. The force of my make-shift machine propells me through the earths atmosphere into a world beyond beauty and nature, an unknown feeling grabbed hold of me for this was completely new, no-one besides me had ever felt this way but...... I don't believe.....I don't believe. It's true what they say in space no-one can hear you scream; There is no atmosphere, my throat starts to tighten, like someone has their hands clasped tightly around my neck. I am being smothered. I gasp for breath, clawing for just one last breath before the oxygen is slowly sucked from my being. I'm hot but there is no air, no not hot nor cold, this is the strangest, feeling my eyes become heavy there is no fear for I have felt what no-one else could ever feel, the liberation of a reckless act which launched my frail body into the abyss. As my body melts back into the earths shell, at the speed of light...my eyes are dying now... who will remember the man who flew to space from his apartment.........................................