They dropped the bomb on me. And they stunned me.
But not for long. They weren't haters. They were just doing what they do. What they were paid to do.
I laid stunned for a moment. And then on my back as I laid there, I saw the open skies. The deep blue calling. I heard for what seems like after forever, the soft brush of the grass against my face. The smell of moist earth swirling up into my senses.
They say, that a pig can live all its life not seeing the sky ever. Ever. Except on the day it dies.
I feel like that now. Not that I am dead. But that when everything is denied of me and when I am forced to lay back and stop everything I had been doing. I see the skies.
Blue. Pickled with drifts of clouds.
Calling me, beckoning me warmly. Affectionately. The earth vanishes. And all I see is the open sky. Calling me on and on.
I have never felt free than now.