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Bird
By Marianna Kalmykova
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Most people are afraid to fly. I could never have understood this, maybe because I was a bird in my previous life. I was gliding above this world, carefree and happy. I was astonished with this mad vanity, extended below. I never knew what was the meaning of life; only an endless flight was my reality. From time to time I was landing on a high rock and enjoying the sea sight. I was a traveler, a traveler from T. I was…
Unfortunately, contemporary bank’ workers don’t have wings and even free time. But a spirit of free bird still lives in my soul. One can often see an expression of preoccupation on my face. But be sure, this time I’m flying, somewhere far away from my office. In a moment, a bundle of papers on my desk transformers in a couple of light white wings and I’m losing the feeling of reality. My noisy and crowded office, filled with the smelt of disgusting coffee, seems to be a fantastic movie on a big screen. I’m looking at this screen from the top of my rock. But my kind colleagues are always ready to take me back. They need my sign this time. That doesn’t annoy me much. The next one real flight is not so far.
I am lucky to live in the age of planes. I’m choking in a convenient chair and switching on my favorite music. I like a classic music. I’m dissolving in the voices of the wild wind, mad rain and bright lightings while my plane takes off. I’m neither dead nor alive in this total freedom. This world is so big that the whole life is not enough to discover it up to the end. But I’m not in a hurry; I still have a millions of life ahead. The horrifying voice of steel huge bird doesn’t makes me tremble and immerse myself in the ocean of alcohol. My playful imagination paints me a picturesque landscape of undiscovered destination, puzzling cultures and eternal feelings. I’m not filled with this world yet. I’m leaving my plane and stepping the unknown land. Hey, the world, I’m ready to become everybody and everything.
They say the time and the space are boundless. I know I will be gliding in this mysterious world for millions of lives. But I’m sure that one day, feeling fed with distant routs and dying from the loneliness, I will bump into your cozy and quiet house somewhere in nowhere, and knock your door. Would you let me in?
