yellowbird
I lept after my sister as she jumped off the train tracks. The beautiful girl of twenty had reached what she thought to be the end of her life, but I knew that no matter what, it was not over. Not after everything. Not after everything we've been through. This was not the end.
I leap out of bed in the morning and open my eyes to a brand new day. I abandon all things trivial and move on like a canary in flight through hundreds of crows. I leap and I laugh and I show the world that I am beyond its petty sorrows and travesties. I win. I leap.