Down, on the very ground, covered by the white ashes remaining from the inferno that burnt down everything. Everything I was. Everything I thought to be. Everything you thought I was. Everything I believed in. Everything I hoped for. Everything I dreamt of. Be it the wild glorious and dark pessimistic dreams of the future, be it the shimmering nostalgia and threatening nightmares of the past. All the bonds that couldn’t hold anymore. They did not just fade away, they went through the fire.
Being naked, shed, skinned now, vulnerable, no shield, no protection, just covered by white ashes. Slowly, I lift my head. Above me: the endless sky. Blissfully inviting. Inviting to lift my light bodies slowly up from the illusion of death.
Oh death, my old friend, how have we been dancing with each other, ecstatically, for eons. How was I craving for you, enchanted by your promise to release all the pain and world-weariness, how was I terrified of you. Chasing each other, running one after the other. I never reached you and you never caught me. Hence you introduced me to life.
My hands now, raising them slowly, trying to touch the sky with my fingers. My arms, turning into wings I spread slowly. While rising up to the endless skies the ashes fall down, left as a relic for those who remain in another life, captured by the gravity of their heavy minds and chained hearts. Until the fire will break them free, too.
I don’t miss you anymore, life. Since the moment you and I became one, united. Inseparable. Timeless. I spread my wings, and the rays of light are invitingly dancing lightly on golden feathers, reflecting the sun for anyone to see who dares to open his eyes. Who dares to carry the fire into the darkness, to bring the light.