[Solaris] A new Day
He smiled looking outside the window. He found himself two months older, in states of change. People who weren’t and people who were. Some who were upset of what came about, and some people just tried to make things good again. Was it nessessary though?
The world seems not the same
Though I know nothing has changed
It's all my state of mind
I can't leave it all behind
Have to stand up to be stronger
His thoughts reverted to what his new parents had told him. Of the changes of what went on. He was wanted for the murder of Quidom, and Deadly Whispers. He had no memory of it but still he had no memories of any action his other self had caused. His, deeper darker self Bale had said that everyone has one, yet I guess some have the possibility of being more dangerous. So, what to do now?
Have to try
To break free
From the thoughts in my mind
Use the time that I have
I can say goodbye
Have to make it right
The message was sent. Bale might be mad that he told them but he had to know what he did. He had to make amends. Eventually life would be good again but everything had to start with the first step. His first step started with that.
Have to find
'Cause I know in the end it's worth while
That the pain that I feel slowly fades away
It will be all right
He looked outside the window listening to some of the music the laptop was playing. He felt different after the experience more whole and solid. Some of the thoughts he still didn’t want to think about. They hurt deeper than he really wanted to admit. And the scars ran deeper than any of the skin that was healed. Did he have a home to ever return to in Nebraska, he wasn’t sure. He didn’t even know if he was accepted there anymore. Yet can time heal wounds?
I know
I should realize
Time is precious
It is worth while
Despite how I feel inside
Have to trust it'll be alright
Have to stand up to be stronger
He got out a paper and pad and started writing. Smiling warmly at the paper. She had helped him understand and he needed to show another. Feelings that may not be accepted or cared about, feelings that may hurt, but their were still his feelings that were needed to be given.
Have to try
To break free
From the thoughts in my mind
Use the time that I have
I can say goodbye
Have to make it right
And thus the letter began
“Dear….”