Every piece falls into its place

"Fly," you warned, "and you will lose me forever!"
My dear...... yes. But I do not lose myself.

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So we met again. On the lake of vast mountains. Do you remember? The season before had been bad. We both had been drunk, trying to grip our own imagination. I... the first flutter of the wings had been conceived by the first lift at a bicycle. You... yeah, you always behaved ridiculous, just like now, at the same spot, the same time of the year.

And now you brought a little flower. Time was sucked into the unlimitedness of empty space. The well known tale was replayed. While I was watching the mirror of myself, the world has been shaken and upside down. And something inside was caught in toughness.

We all had lived in the world of illusion, created by you. Hadn't everything should been intrepreted the other way around? The strongest is the one in deepest need. That's why it had not been a free gift. Independency and dependency. Aren't we all receivers?

You blamed me for leaving, for standing on my own feet. You, of all soul friends, who had initiated the course of nature. So illusion was well illuminated, but all insights had not been lies. You may not know what you had yourself been saying. But mine was not false realization. My dear dear...... you can't stop me. I will create my own dream and reality. You'll see.

Memory is indeed a big cheater. And I miss a character that I had once been proud of, that I had been warmed. But every piece falls into its place, since the magic has gone.