Clara is walking.

I must not stop... I'm so happy to be here. Is this how it feels to no longer be lost?

No longer afraid. No longer doubtful. If I stop writing my heart will explode. What's the point of not trying to talk?

I'm so happy to be here. What if the right time never arrives? Holding out for the right time... What did you say you wanted to write?

Will you bite the hand that feeds? Everyday is exactly the same... There is no love and there is no pain. As alive as you want me to be.