A Sad Moment
Some days when he felt alone he felt like no matter how far he ran or how many people he met he’d never feel like he belonged in any of the places of with any of the people he saw or met.
Because, you see, he was made of lightning. He jumped between the metal struts of a bridge, coursed through cabling under a cozy sky island village, stowed away aboard hundreds of airships. His world was one of endless sky but limited connection, where although he and his kind lived on clouds, along with the other races of his airy planet not composed of more solid stuff, their minds stayed dormant and their conversations, their relationships as closed and guarded as a granite vault.
Yes he was made of lightning and flew through clouds…but his soul was as iron manacles. Cold, heavy, lifeless. Alone.