I opened my closed lids and lifted my heavy head and found myself in the sky. I looked around and found I was seated cross legged on the rooftop of an immense building made of brick and black metal. The open blue sky was spotted with weary white clouds that whispered dark secrets to me. The wind whipped my hair around into my face as if to beckon me.
I saw nothing around me.
I stood up and the air enveloped me. The cool wind grabbed my hand and led me to the ledge. The concrete below the palms of my feet was harshly cold. I stepped onto the ledge and below was the empty space of the world. My toes curled around the ledge and grasped the cutting edges of the surface. Above me, the black silhouette of an otherwise brightly colored bird danced. Dancing and fighting the cold and cutting wind. I looked ahead and the blue of the sky seemed vacant, but I knew better. I knew much better. I closed my eyes. The wind gave one last sigh. That’s all I needed. The brick sat silent and the concrete gazed coldly. The wind whispered and the birds foretold. I lifted one foot and the air whipped around it; giving the heir of a false foothold. Gently I placed it back onto the callous concrete and with a graceful bound, I lifted horizontally into the air and down I flew.
With my eyes closed I listened to the sky whisper screams into my ears. My hair and clothing became weightless and trivial. My arms drifted outstretched beside me, trying to grasp the slightest breath of wind that could carry me. I opened my eyes to see what was to come. I looked to my feet.
The brick of the building that sat behind me now passed beneath my feet with indefinite speed. The cold air wrapped itself around me but held no reassurance of care. Nothing was what it had seemed and the whispered screaming now became ruthless and cruel. I knew of the mistake I’d made and with arms held out I pried at the clouds with my fingers. Something had to give way and give in to my mistake. The ashen bird that had danced so far above me soared beside me. Circling around me, it no longer danced. I cried out to the little bird. The bird which seemed colors of soot I found to be brightly decorated in blues and light pinks. It held so much hope. Around me it darted and then soared into the empty abyss once more.
The gray and gossiping clouds above adopted an orange and pink glow. The bricks parallel to my feet began to pass at a slower pace. The air that bit at my skin now felt warm and hugged the wounded soul of mine. The tears streaming from my eyes began to fall down my cheeks as my decent became more controlled. The clouds and their brilliant hue held me close. My hair gently swayed with the loving breath of the breeze and I regained my own breath when my feet felt the cool of the concrete. I limply stood with my arms clutching my chest. My fingers entwined and grasped onto the pleasant heartbeat I finally found. With a frantically hopeful gaze I stared into the sky. The completely desolate sky now held the hues of a painting. With unearthly grace the bird sang and danced above. I searched it for answers and within moments found it futile and instead, smiled. With a heart unfamiliar and breath strangely new, I silently thanked the angelic bird. I looked to the sky and promised only the most beautiful of intangibles in return of my life. In return for the gift of a soul.
Faith
You have nothing and find something. Nothing tangible to tell you to hold on to this invisible belief. Yet you do and you find what you look for. You find it.
This is the story of my faith. | 
