And I got to feel it. I feel independence. I feel deliberate loneliness. All those thoughts were right and I’ve been nothing else but a piece of a puzzle inlay on the wrong puzzle.
     And I got to understand it. There should be an incomplete puzzle waiting for its last piece. A hole with my shape. And now, first of all, I have to free this piece, to walk alone until the new position. A new position where I could feel myself free. So, that’s an end which will set up a new beginning.

Come to an end…