Goodbye, Bird, Chapter One: A Narration of Thoughts
I alone, woke up to the absence of buzzing. I alone, woke up on a bed for three people. I woke up and saw the face of the sun, flustered and hiding behind the clouds, like a lonely child with happy thoughts.
It was after I sat up, that I thought to myself, what should come next?
When everything in this world passes on, what kind of peace comes after? What would awaken the Devil, with a great shout of fierce anger, than the peace that comes in this moment in which I breathe?
The peace of complete and utter victory. The silent song that rises with the sun.
No longer do I need to dread every step. I know where it leads me. If it leads me wrong, I simply point my feet towards another path, until I find one that suits me.
I saw my death. I saw all of my deaths. I never ran from it before now. I never feared it even then. I wouldn't say I ran from death, or cheated death. Rather, I just stared in to the abyss, waved at it, and said "maybe later" or something like that.
I saw the deaths of some others. I could tell them not to go down that way or this way, but who am I to someone else really, that I should tell one where to go? Besides, I can't save everyone.
I feel like a bird in a cage that has found an opening. No longer will I sit down to sleep, and dread the day I rise again.
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