It was cold yesterday. I Can rememer it well, like it was
yesterday. Actually, it was yesterday. Cold - the cold from
my splitted soul, which came out to my skin. I Didn't know
what to choose, so I kept my regular situation: Irregular.
When I've finaly noticed that I'm a thief.

I Couldn't think clearly. Choosing the dark side means life
of fearless fear. fear of the law-man, soliders, security;
everyone with uniform will scare me. fear from the one I
steal from. Fear that people will know who I Really am.
But no fear from myself. Do everything without fear of my
soul. If I had one. But I didn't choose that option. I've
returned the bike I stole. I Can't go on that way! ever
heard of thief with a good heart?
I Didn't.