C for Chicken

So I fell. Clouds embracing me. The last part of that sky that would. 

We cherish the most what we don't have, that's for sure. When I was a child, I'd look up in the sky, imagining myself soaring above everything. Alone. Free. Enjoying the sole privilege of being far from any problems. Far from any threats. I had a family, yes. I had peace and love. But that was for granted. That was a safety that my childish heart couln't appreciate yet. Maybe it was the accursed shiny blood in my veins, telling me I deserved better. I deserved to be above all of that. Golden palaces under a seemingly endless sunlight. 

And one day... One day that always feels too soon... I was there. Golden palaces under a seemingly endless sunlight. Wings to fly above everything. Above my friends. Above any peace and love. We sure cherish the most what we have lost. So I started looking to the ground. Sneaking the always vigilant sight of Justice, to satisfy my earthly desires. To find out what I really wanted. Where I really wanted to be.

Of course that couldn't last forever. That was not the way of us. Not the way of them. We were supposed to mantain order without interfering. Never to be seen. The silent Damocles Sword above humanity. So I was punished. "Like mother, like daughter". Stripped of my wings. Of my pride. Of my mission. My duty. My burden. 

And so I fell. Looking once again up in the sky. Wondering once again If i was right or wrong. An empty question, because any answer would ever matter. After years of diving into the sky, just to rise again, this was feeling odd. Like chains restraining my wings. A prison of freedom. A really high price for my indolence. 

I finally landed. No wounds on the body. Too many scars on the soul. Alone. Lost. My eyes still fixed on a sky that wasn't mine no longer. Not even realizing the stench of the garbage I had landed on. Not even realizing the noisy screams of talking bird of some sorts. Not even getting a glimpse of the silver hair that, one day, would become my new sky.