Something I Wrote

I was looking through my documents on my laptop and found a file called "Something I Wrote."  I had forgotten I wrote this, but when I saw it, I remembered how when I first wrote it, I wasn't proud of it.  Like pretty much everything I write, I hated it.  But then seeing it again, I am sort of proud of it, but I have no idea what it means (well, I have some idea.)  You be the judge:

It slowly wriggled free from his hands and he tightened his grip, but his fingers still stretched further and further until they were all parallel and it escaped. It fell the floor and started to float away. He crawled after it but there was no light. He stumbled around after it but it was gone. Then, from panic to defeat, he sat alone, his legs sticking out, and he dropped his head. He breathed in, deeply, and looked straight up at the sky and screamed. He screamed and screamed, as loud as he was able. He challenged the sky with his scream. The sky split, then. It divided into three parts: one was sadness, and it was black. The second was anger, and it was red. The third, though, was empty. The sadness black faded and the anger red bled away, but the emptiness lingered above him. He screamed and screamed and tried to break the sky, but soon he was mute and still it rested above him. Then he began to gesture, violently, as if to scare off the gray. But still it lay above him, and he was silent, and he was exhausted. Then, slowly, he nodded off to sleep. Unable to scare it away, he surrendered instead. After his head finally, slowly, hit the ground, the gray came down and enveloped him and he was gone.