Funny how this music brings her through. She shines so bright through this transparent skin. See my mind.

So what if I spent the last nine months hiding behind the curtains? I can step out into the spotlight. Don�t be surprised. The light shines and I turn to gold.

You see, I can�t live like I did anymore. A change is a beautiful thing. And even if the tears wouldn�t come, the change sure did. I�m saying farewell.

So to that land of chocolate and models made of paper, I bid you adieu. Blowing a kiss from my carriage, I�m heading off to the sea. To bad. So sad. I�m gone.

Its like a wind of chocolate and roses has finally let me go. I�m a new woman. New to this melody.

Open eyes, new flowers, new trees. New air. And god, it enters my lungs. How great and new this feeling is.

Breathing.

So this is my song then. It just burst forth from within me. And I�ll sing it.

Who is that model walking down the street?

The writer, with not quite a quill, but enough new ideas to make an inkwell explode. Who is she?

That person on the airplane with a smile breaking the wingspan. I know I�ve seen her before.

She�s dancing, or at least I think she is. But wait, she�s just sitting there. Or walking along.

There are others all around her, hugging, and yet they are only like ghosts, not quite there.

I love her, I love that look.

I want to be like that.

Who is she?

Who?

Ha ha ha�

Doesn�t it feel good to smile, just for once? To get out of that realm of lonely ghosts and live just a little. Change just a little.

Breathe just a little.

Magnificent woman. That�s who I am. And I�m changing. Slowly making my way to the sea. I�m ready for the voyage, and one last smile to the world of chocolate and wants.

The wheel is turning. I may have loved you.

Goodbye.