Quantum

There's a delicate line between the sky and the earth, and he who lives crossing this line back and forth is a particle which has no distinct form but wobbles in the orbit of the first dimension. No matter how swiftly time has elapsed no matter how things in the world changed he is the nonexistent existence, is yet unable to convince others with understandable premise for his existence; looking at the things in a three dimensional world with resentful eyes, or in times, enviously, still wobbling on the fine line in the first dimensional terrain unreachable.