Kate's flashbacks

Sweet, sweet girl.

Just ten pages, that’s all.

Lost in the world, in people, in feelings, in its acts and opinions. Lost in its goals. Lost in its own soul. In a soul, that wants to shine so badly. Be seen, but different. Be itself. In this world of full and empty souls. Finding its own direction. Its goal and fulfillment. Be seen, but at the same time independent. Understood and accepted. But nonetheless, lost. Inside. There, so deep, where it all begins. So deep. Its whole being and living. Lost, but will be found. In a month, year, ten years. Once. Lost will be only in memories which will also go away one day. Lost deep, deeper than inside. Lost in its soul...

Just fly and dance, dance and fly.

Thoughts. Moving them along and sharing them. Passing them to people and the world. That which is inside. That which is so deep. Writing about it. Just writing. It´s so important. To begin and never stop. About what hurts and weighs down. Feelings that are within us, in everyone. No mater what we do. Without feelings we can´t be ourselves. I am not ashamed. Not anymore. I want to write how it´s not always going to be OK and that it is not a weakness, or a bad day or mood about it. It´s so much deeper. No one else can see or feel it, just me. There´s me and also the whole world. I will write. Because it´s much stronger. And that´s why i want to. Show myself, live. To live with the fact that i did not hide it inside me, that i was not afraid of it, that i wrote. Just write. About anything... about everything.

Let's say wau, London.