Bird In The Sky (Independent Story 1)

Like a bird in the sky, I fly as careless and carefree as a cloud. Floating through the warm sunny skies and the cool breezes as I look down upon the world at work. They can’t see me, but I can see them. They perform meaningless and trivial tasks for the greater good however, there is no greater good. The tasks they perform only serve the corporation, and as they perform attempt to rebel against the corporation it smirks and quietly thinks to itself “Oh they’ll be back, where else can they go?” and the corporation is right give them a week and the “independent” “rebels” will come crawling back begging for help. It’s a dog eat dog world, but the corporation devours all. Besides me. The corporation wishes it had what I had, but it never will. I have freedom a release from stress and corruption and from all of the corporations might. I fly through the colors of the world. I fly among the reds and the blues and greens and the…wait… what was that and, wait! What are these colors and energies swirling among the sky! I’ve never seen these colors and I can’t comprehend them I feel their brightness and darkness pierce my mind and I can’t bear to look at them so I shut my eyes flying recklessly surrounded by color. With my eyes closed all I feel is the wind against my face, and then I feel on my face a cool calming feeling. I open my eyes and see the ground and slam face first into reality. I lay open eyed in bed thinking about my death, “Did I die? Was everything a dream? What…” and then my alarm goes off. I remember reality “Off to work…for the boss…” I sigh remembering my dream remembering the corporation remembering that I am a cog within the corporation…no, not even a cog… The corporation has control; I’m nothing in the face of its power and wealth. So I sit up, but my body doesn’t. I look back at my body and look at myself, I go to speak but I cannot say anything so I sit in my desk chair right next to my bed and stare at my corpse. I’m dead right? I must be dead… what now all I have are my thoughts I’m not able to communicate with anyone…but am I free? Can I finally escape society? Can I escape the corporation? I look out the window and stand up… Can I fly now can what I’ve always dreamt of become a reality? I run towards the window and float through it and fly into the sky… I soar through the world flying across deserts and forests and through towering buildings, everything is still alive and moving but no one even knows I’m with them. I fly to my bosses to see what the corporation and conspiracy truly looks like. I follow them and see there world, a world of greed and manipulation. Everything I’ve thought is true, but… Now that I know that I’m right and that what I thought was accurate I can’t tell anyone… Now I know the truth…but I can’t do anything with it. What was originally pride of my knowledge and accomplishment has now become a heavy weight in my heart. I float through the sky and then…once again I see them. The same colors as before soar to me and I don’t try to fly away this time. The colors that ended my dream what are they really? And the second they reach me…I’m Gone.