Numbed wings – the sky is calling to me. My wings ache and do not move with will. I see you fly away, and a red thread hangs from your leg. Emptiness – hot and cold, I decide. I stay here and saddle the possible. I settle in it. The unknown darkness embraces me and, like every night, it tingles. I think of you and our thread. I illuminate a winged future with my thoughts. Without numb wings. My blood is triggered and painfully fills the lifeless muscles. I straighten my feathers and thump into the waterfall. He sways me like a swing through lowlands and heights. I taste sweet blueberries, and the days and nights change. Sometimes my thread is stretched, and I know that your thought flies towards me. Waving my wings, I freeze. Who would have known that a sparrow from height is lagging? There is time and I will learn. I jump lightly and I will fly so lightly. Without numb wings. They are the only ones holding me back. And they are numbed not by fatigue, but by fear. Am I a sparrow? I don’t look like that. I’m bigger and more colorful. What kind of bird am I? A tit, a swallow, or something unknown? I have no mirror, and something bright is watching me from the clear stream. Just like you. But it’s not you – different patterns adorn us. I will fill the heavens with my beauty. Before I pour into yours. These numb wings will not bother me: with perseverance and stubbornness, with a clenched beak, I will move them. When it stops hurting, I’ll know: I can fly and everything is in endlessness.