I'm here. at the top of the bridge. staring coldly at the city. there's too much pain. suffering. confusion. that's why i like it to be here. to stare at the stars, and feel the cold wind on my blue wings. to see the city and hope there's a chance for everyone. and then, look at the moon, and smile brightly at it, knowing there will be. to spread open my wings and to laugh proudly at myself, because i won't be here again and i like what i am. and to stare at the moon again, feeling its cold light. because after the cold...there is always the warmthness...and after love...there's life...