He never thought he’ll be at this situation.following the piper like the rats did before,or shrinking out like Alice and her wonderland ,or maybe holding the sword and fighting like Spartacus and his glories army….when he used to hear those he used to think that those are fairy tales,it can never happen…partially he was right,because yeah these stories maybe can not happen ,but more complicated stuff happen in reality.
"and you keep on thinking that this happens only in movies,till it happens to you,only then you start believing", a quote that he got from a movie that he never thought he’ll be saying one day,but when he got touched by an angel from somewhere unknown,when he experienced losing and winning at the same time,when he experienced life and death in one move…he knew that it’s tricky,it can never be trusted,it’s always unclear until you fight the shade for it.
he has chosen to take this all alone,he dealt with it as a man,he kept on fighting alone with his broken sword,no body could stop him,not even the armies of the world,his commanders asked him to retreat and leave the battle ground,but he refused,stood in his place,until he found out….that it was useless,there’s nothing in this field that worth fighting for….values,laws,rights,firms or even souls……all of them shall be running through the river and will get back to the sea.
so there he is,standing on the roof,with his shirt opened up for the wind to go through his chest,at first he thought about suicide,ending his history and his life where it stopped,he’s been already at the same place twice,his history has been repeated again,maybe with different details and different chances,but it was still the same.
but then,he decided to fly,not on a high place,he decided to fly near the people,to be able to see their eyes and read their thoughts,to hear and live those very complicated stories that are even more interesting than fairy tales….in the dark and in the shade he shall stay,he’ll be watching,observing and listening….but he won’t take a move.cause his choices are over…..and now it’s time for him to be among those who held the world on their shoulders and took the journey out.so he stretched his wings out,looked up high,and jumped for his final flight……
Been wandering around the sky,watching and observing,listening to people’s words and stories.watching their smiles and tears,laughter and cries…doing nothing but watching,but then he remembered someone who was there once before,someone he felt and had on mind many times before,someone who went through his heart.
In the beginning he was surprised how could he keep the memory,but he forgot the fact that being a Crow now couldn’t make him lose his human heart that kept it all inside,he went on remembering and remenesing but then he discovered that it’s been 7 years….wow,was it that long?!.7 years?!….that’s a number to respect,the moment she just poped in,he could never lose her thought again.
his flights started being organized,he stopped listening to the stories and watch the words,he got confused,don’t know where to start,or when to stop….as if he’s just looking for something….or better say someone.
Suddenly and out of no where,he found her in her balcony,the same face he used to see,same hair,same sweet things she did while reading her book….oh god how much he’s missed her,there’s alot I need to tell her,there’s things that she should know….but oh,he remembered,he’s not a human anymore….he’s just a black ugly Crow that no body like his look or his voice…..what to do now?!….she needs to know it’s me or feel me like she used to do!….and why would she?!…millions and millions of questions running across his mind that he can’t stop.
but then he found himself spreading his wings heading towards her balcony,just flying and flying breaking through the winds until he landed on the hand rail and gave out his call,she stopped reading and looked into his eyes,for moments,he thought that she understood it all,maybe now she knows it’s me,maybe now she feels my presence….nothing broke this moment but her sweet smile…she dipped her fingers into her biscuit pack and got away one of them….she gave it a bite to end the half of it,and then left the other half on the hand rail….and then she took her self into her room again,closed the windows…and pulled down the curtains.
When Music speaks beyond words