Towards the light

He was flying hard. Very hard. Just a few days he had discovered an abomination on his back. At first, he freaked out, unable to comprehend the meaning of that monstrosity. It was later, during his frantic convulsions, that he realised that the more he moved his muscles, the abominations slowly moved as well. The paranoia and fear were transformed into jubilation and excitement. Those things were his to command !!

Soon he learnt how to use them. It took him some time to come to terms with them. Finally he figured that they were there to lift him up and carry him away somewhere. However, he still had no idea how to use them. A few pathetic attempts over the coming days would give him that lesson, and a lot of rather nasty bruises. The bruises hurt a lot. Many times he wanted to just give it all up and stay stuck in the nest deep inside his mind. Yet finally, he managed to figure it all out. He could now fly !!

He flew and flew and flew. And he flew. He could see it shining in the distance. It had always intrigued him. What on earth is that shiny thing, he often asked himself, while sitting in his nest, pondering over the myraid complexities that mazed around him. I wonder if I'll ever reach it, he would ask. But now he had that chance. And he struggled as hard as he could to move towards it.

He struggled, he struggled hard. The winds howled and tried to make him fall back into his nest. Random creatures of nightmares came and tore at his mind. Wisps of unknown darkness came and shrouded his vision of the light. Yet he carried on.

Someday...