Well... I have no idea what direction this note's going in, but!... I feel like writing anything, anyway.

Sometimes there's a strange and rebellious motion inside my soul... it twists and shouts - in no pleasent way, though - and makes me wanna tear this thing up to get my peace of mind back. Does anybody know the feeling?... Hell bothersome. Like nothing else. And it would be undeniably fantastic to get rid of it forever. Oooor at least for a couple of months...

...I have no time for states like these now. Geez, I just haven't got time! For anything. In fact. I have no time for anything...

...

Come to think of it, not all 'ends' and 'goodbyes' are bad, you know. Sometimes, some of the ends and goodbyes do you good. Very good, I would say.
There just are moments in your life when... nothing else in the world brings you such delightful relief as a simple... 'goodbye'. End. Fall of the curtain.
The chance for another begining.

...I can't wait for my new begining. So mysterious and insecure... yet so attractive. With the wonderful sensation of freshness. New energy. And hope.
So much hope...



...I guess I feel my wings come back to life. Feel them faintly. But there's still time... Yeah. There's still time for that.
First things first.
And after then... I will fly again. Oh, trust me, I will.