When I was young, I could fly. From thought to wish to dream to the sky. When I was becoming, I could think. I thought I'd thought that they were thinking, that I was simply thoughtless. When I was discovering, I could feel. I could feel the feelings of earth of mind of soul, those feelings connected though fingertips and goosebumps. When I fell, I couldn't see. I could not see that they could see that I was blind, the view is up when you are down. When I was climbing, I grew strong. Could see the bumps in the road, the connections, the grips, the traps, the full scale of the map.
Then I saw it. Not far now. Just another corner, my branches are full of colour and life. I can see the flowers ready to bloom.