My heart, as heavy as stone, pulled me down always, even if
I was so high I could not see the ground. I so wished the
wings were my own... So I concentrated, my heart beating
quickly and my head deep in thought. I felt light, like a
stone has been lifted from my heart. My back ached badly,
and my shoulders started crackling and broadening. With my
eyes still closed I reached back with one hand to feel my
shoulders and check what was happening to me. My fingers
glided on my shoulders till they encountered a bloody scab,
out of which feathers wet with blood were stretching into
the night sky. My pure will had granted me salvation in the
form of wings. For me bliss is a word for the miserable, I
was redeemed. No pain no weight, only sweet dreams, as sweet
as candy and as real as the air you breathe each day.
Finally the fantasy mixed with all that existed and there
was no more reality, no more dreams, only silent ecstasy.