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