...or maybe, I had nothing but a stack of illusions, that I had to free myself from, all covering the sometimes dull, sometimes multicolored reality with a transparent, irridescent foil, yet so unbreathable.
I've lost myself, or maybe I've lost something that added extra weight and impaired my flight. Or maybe, I've found some new space for additional anchors, suppose I were a ship, sailing with no direction.
Well, I'm sick and tired of writing about me starring in centre of the universe-drama. And I'm bored, too.