On my way to paradise.

From corner mart to rooftop parking lot, the space between but a few steps
The wind is the air that pushes me back and hinders me from proceeding with ease. I was flying with my feet still on the ground. I was walking like other birds about.
One bird that seemed confused, gazed at me, as if it didn't know my face, but did not try to move away.
It tried speaking, but I don't speak tweet.
I wondered if it were sick.
I didn't see how things would turn out, I stayed true to my daily route, taking the stairwell to heaven or to the roof top. There I could see the city sky, and wondered if this is paradise.