Stairway to heaven...

The house had the power to crush anybody who was careless enough to cross the threshold ignoring the warning words of the wise man who spent a moment there centuries back.  Every moment spent inside the rooms made me shrink more and more until after some days I would become the invisible ghost roaming around the cold chambers of this dilapidated place.
The inhabitants of the house were already accustomed to its coldness, they became blind and numb with their pointless pride centuries ago. Pride that allowed them to raise their voice at people around whenever they wanted to parade with the magnificence of their lineage displayed in their high pitched voices, oblivious of the fact that each day made them sink more and more into a pile of slimy trash that was omnipresent around the house.
They spoke with words devoid of meaning. Why did they speak at all? They spoke using nouns, verbs, pronouns and adjectives but they spoke of nothing and each minute made me fly away towards those green lands of my imagination. But the house kept waiting to catch me in its claws and turn me into a machine that would politely serve the society without questioning its confusing values, hypocritical ways and carnivorous desires. The rooms were eager to see me as their prey and I knew that I need to run away like I used to do in a recurring nightmare of my childhood dreams. I was thin like a single strand of hair and had to run away from that huge military boot with sharp nails that tried to snap at me with every step.
I run... and I saw staircase leading me up towards the roof, towards the sky, towards the air...
It was the whole different world up there... A tiny room with hundreds of words scattered on pages of books that nobody opened for decades. The words describing all those amazing worlds so remote from flat tablets with pictures dancing at the touch of a thumb. The words that smelt of rain and fire, the words that had the colour of sweat of those who once worked with those huge printing machines pouring out entire universes out of their clenched jaws.
There was the sky and the orange of the sunset on the horizon and I could feel how my shoulders began to unwind...
And then they started coming one by one, or in groups or pairs. Two tiny birds with heads more black than coal, a flock of pigeons flying above my head, squirrels racing on the branch of the tree in a near by garden, and then... when I was about to turn a pair of parrots flew in front of me. They made a nest in an empty building opposite. They were there.... and it was their presence that made me smile. They were me and I was them... A green parrot...