Flying soul... flying little birtd...

My soul has been flying... It flçies high... higher... lower... it spins around! It reaches the sky, then it comes down, to pick up the next wind to the sky again!

Voices within it... People... Demons... Angels... Where to lay my head to rest?? And why are we so tired?

Fly, my soul! Fly, little bird!


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