Do you know those moments, when your breast feels like it's
going to explode in a giant burst of sunlight?

When I have one of these moments, I feel as if I can live
forever, and then- my wings desert me. I fall to the ground,
but not entirely, for my heart still keeps on dreaming of
the skies.

I wonder how could I go on, having moments like that. It's
like living inside an iron room with no windows, while
knowing that there are fields full of green trees and white
clouds, just behind the walls.

My walls are not of iron. Even if you try, you won't be able
to see them. I wish I couldn't, but I do, every day. When
the sun's up, I can ignore them completely, even almost
forget all about them, but in the night, they become real.
In the dark, I can feel them closing in on me. Their cold
touch makes a shiver go down my spine.

The most magical thing I can think of is living in a world
made of those moments. No walls to separate them from one
another, a world that has no bridges, nor high towers. A
world that can never end, for after each hill, river, or
mountain, there is an endless horizon, caressed by blue
skies that await only for you.

And you ask, what if I'll get lonely in such a world?
Well, I can tell you that the sun will keep you warm, while
the clouds will keep you happy. I can tell you that the
skies will keep you wondering, while the trees will keep the
walls away. I can tell you what you want to hear, but none
of it will be the truth.

Remember those moments, when your breast feels like it's
going to explode in a giant burst of sunlight?
In these moments, no matter in which world I am, I imagine
my perfect world. You see? In my perfect world, you and I
are together.