September 20, 2021 § Leave a comment
A dying man looked upon me.
All of a sudden I had a strong desire to leave this world and return as a bird.
I wanted to soar away, over the rooftops of Tel Aviv.
I wanted to sit in your window, and sing in the morning.
I wanted to investigate the disappearance of my dearest friend, the sun.
I wanted to fly to the Horn of Africa, and return with the hum of summer in my feathers.
On this note, I reject this lifetime.
How could my creator have neglected to give me wings, when I was clearly destined to fly?
If ever you see a bird consumed by the pleasure of flight, think of me, for there shall I be.