The fallen angel. 
I still remember my performance when I was at the theatre department few years ago… 
For aome it was “nice”,  for others it was totally wrong,  for me…  It was the perfect fantasy.  And I still live in it,  every day. 
The time will come and this might become even more realistic than it appeared. 

What am I to say anything,  while wearing that white scarf?  Who am I to speak when I’m still trapped in that world as a child?