I always hallucinated that healing wasn't my friend.
Nor did I believe it ever wanted me.
I was constantly convinced that I would always stand in the same place.
No change. Nothing at all. Just abandoned.
At least that was what I thought.
Change did exist around my surroundings.
Love was infinitely in all directions.
Every corner I gazed at was filled with joy.
Each and every single moment that appeared in front of my eyes was an endless feeling of happiness.
Finally, for once, I knew I deserved to feel this way after all I went through.
