Birds... Everyone around me was dying too be free. Free from the psychosis of day to day life to fly like the birds that danced in the skies they prayed too. Standing atop the mountain something came over me... I darted for the edge of the cliff, liberated. You’ll die! They shrieked. Regardless I leapt. As I entered free fall, birds began dancing all around me. Death impeding, as it always had been. I had never felt more alive. - Hasaan Keller












