And he tastes the air; it is sweet, as the first time always is, while the strange and the new and the light surround him. Yes, the air is sweet.

And falls...

And yet again he tastes the air; it is bitter, as the walls and doors fade away, while the screams and fear and pain echo through his young heart. Yes, the air has grown bitter.

Still falling...

And again he tastes the air; it is stagnant, as the emptiness eats away at his soul, while hate and desperation and loneliness cloud his brown eyes. Yes, the air has stagnated.

And falling...

He pauses to taste the air; it is stale, as life overwhelms him, while confusion and rejection and regret occupy his every waking moment. Yes, the air is stale.

Falling though the air....

He strains to taste the air once more; It is stifling, As life takes another victim, While he sinks to his knees consumed by relief. Yes, the air has suffocated him.

...And hits the ground.