[Week 3, Day 4][Dream]
This is color of what death looks like:
sky blue
This is the color of what life looks like:
water blue
You live in between those two colors, those blues. You leave the sky of death to enter the water of life. You fold your wings. Angle your body and
DIVE
You see life in the water.
You see it move quickly, oblivious to everything, even its own death. It swims. It breathes.
Meaningless.
Only you matter.
Only your wings matter.
Talons. Beak. Feathers.
Not you.
Those parts matter. Not you.
(what is you?)
(Diving still.)
You extend your
TALONS
Grab.
You pierce something.
Something is struggling: feel the muscles contract and constrict.
(Meaningless.)
You fall into the water. Feathers buoy you. Wings support you. Talons locking on.
What you grab is struggling. Almost loose.
Tighten. Pierce.
Beating your feathers, you drag yourself away and from the water. It tries to cling to you. Failure.
Free now from the water blue.
The muscles inside your talons still fights. Withers. Struggles. Failure.
Your feathers skim above the surface of the blue. A more powerful beat and you climb
higher
and
higher
On one of the posts covered in lines that hum in power, you land. You press your talons harder into the resistant.
It stops moving.
(it doesn’t matter
you don’t matter
your beak
your wings
your talons don't matter.)
The light darkens behind you. It’ll lighten again as soon as you will fly again.
You live in between the two blues.
Those are the colors matter most of all.
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