Where was I? Like how does it feel to open you eyes to a dim world? How does it feel to fly with your weak wings? How does it feel to take risk and jump off a cliff for the first time?
It took a long time to settle things down. To recover the bloody flesh. It was a scary moment when removing the plaster from the wound which had already become a part of the body, by all means to tear up the wound. I have created a new wound and the scar will be there until I rot. And it is an another beautiful scar. St. Petersburg, Russia