The sky was a multitude of colors. An entire rainbow, unchained by the rules of a rainbow. This color goes there...that one here... no, instead it blurred, and danced, and was free. Something he would never be. But here, as he admired the new sky he discovered it didn't matter. The grass, cool and wet from dew fluttered around him with the abrasive wind, much as his hair did. He laughed slightly, a deranged sound to the passer-bys but his current lullaby. He grinned more prominently as he ran his hand over the grass, watching as the blade bent to his whim. Soon the whole world would follow in suit...if he ever decided to get back up. He sighed into the clouds, breaking his colors with white spots.
"Will he be okay?" Loz's voice he thought...or maybe Yazoo's?
"I think...he's on drugs?" Drugs? No. He was becoming one with the Earth, breathing in and noticing all the things everyone else took for granted. "Don't cry Loz...it won't kill him..."
Finally, something that made sense coming from his brother's, it wouldn't kill him, not ever. It only made him feel as unbreakable as the ground he found himself laying upon.
A/N; Prompt: Unbreakable. I'm not sure where I got the idea for drugs, but whatever.