What if I rose and broke the cycle
Would I find my way home again?
What if I stopped avoiding my reflection
Will I picture myself in a shiny armor?
What if I stood up against the vulture
Would I sleep in the undergrowth?
What if I climbed to the nearest hill
Will I build a safe nest for my kind?
“It's so clear in my head that erases almost all my memories left. This choice, no doubt, I'll make it once more. Sometimes, you may follow your guts, THE BEAT OF YOUR HEART CRAVİNG FOR BLOOD.”
The Day I Ruined My Life, Lost in Kiev.