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Through faintly glowing veins the red-hot fire spread throughout his body. == He had been warned, he knew he had been warned, but even so he had continued. He had to, his whole body screamed for him to rise higher and higher, past the place where others dared, past the place where it should be safe. All that for that one moment of breathless delight in which he was completely free. No longer chained to the earth by the shackles that had held him for so long, mental and physical ones. Through the clouds he soared, higher and higher, 'till he could see nothing else but the sky above and the sun in it. And feathers. Lots and lots of feathers,

When I should have gone right,  I went left. I needed to hide. Not just from the world, but from myself. There is always a maze in my head. Each day I choose which way to go. Left or right. Sometimes there are three paths, or four, and each day I choose. There are numbers in my head. Every day new ones that determine the path I choose. Everything around me becomes numbers that I can follow, can orden and can calculate. I calculated wrong. No man can find the truth in the numbers. Everybody wants to. But nobody can. The numbers are the only truth, and not even that. They are half a truth. The other half is in your head. In your head, in my hea