There was once a man who decided to fall in the ocean. He didn't particularly know what he was doing, but he knew he had to fall. He wanted to feel the wind brutally carry him down to the deep blue. He'd get lost. Lost in blue - that's what he wanted. Exactly what he wanted, what he's always dreamed of.
You see, this man was no ordinary man. An ordinary man had a wife, two children, and either ran the business or worked for it in a cubicle. No, this man didn't have that. He wasn't cooped up at a desk taking calls all day. He didn't have a wife. He didn't have children. The last time he's ever had something special was millenniums ago. That special passed, blew, ran away.
Who was this man, you ask? Nobody knows him. He's the invisible force that taps your shoulder walking down the street. He's the no-name who leaves flowers at your great-grandmother's grave. He's the man with the tall black hat that's always walked past your house, alone. He's the John Doe that sits in the alleyway with a thousand dollar suit slipped over him. Who was he?
Perhaps, before we dive into all of this, we should discuss just why he decided to fall to the ocean floor. He was elevated; a jumper. He didn't slip, he didn't swim way out there and just sink. He didn't even bend his knees. He crawled out of this car, slowly walked to the edge of the cliff. He didn't look down at the rocks. He just kept walking, walking, walking. And the man tumbled.
Some say he died before hitting the water. Some say the wind cracked his neck. It was a four-hundred foot drop - who would survive that with those jagged rocks? The scariest part? - some say he even survived. Some say he moves about the planet, slithering around continents and offering his services to millions. Perhaps he fell without a cause. A lost cause. The indelicacy.
Or maybe his wings broke off? Perhaps he hadn't wanted to fall into the blue. He wanted to soar over the blue. He wanted to fly. Or maybe he was murdered? Let us face it - it's a possibility. A big possibility. Who was this man? Who had ever held a conversation with him? Who had ever accidently touched his hand by giving him his receipt? Who had ever considered him handsome?
He was just a man who knew too much. Just a man.
Just a few suggestions. When you are writing you shouldn't really use the word "you". If you want to keep it, then do. It seems more formally written without, but it's up to you!
