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?
