I smile softly, letting you put my feathers in order, while I play play the piano, hearing your soft mumblings.. words to fit inside the harmony of notes, as the Astral Express dashes through the stars, as I close my eyes, keep playing the melody at memory, as I lean against you.. Even after all those delusions and fallacies have been shattered.. when I wanted to be the Sun of the whole world, when I fell from the sky, as I stepped over the thorns that blocked the road and listened to the calls of humanity. …I experienced anguish, through which I obtained tranquility

“Falling was originally just another nome for flying”

And on this eighth day, I granted myself departure.