There is no such thing as symphonies of the mind, but I have here a thought that might be of something very helpful in finding the real key to who really am I…
Yes, I am Ian, a fifteen year-old teenage guy who’s been tagged as the “General” or “Kaptain“. Maybe its my posture, or my hair, or attitude or my likes; anyway, that is me: Ian….Others say that I am a very kind person. Very kind? I do people’s job so much that I leave no time for my own sake, or for those who are dear in my heart…but yes, that is Ian Cadelina. Perhaps the real Ian Cadelina is nothing more than a person who sacrifices. Yes, I am–that is me, Ian.
I never reveal what’s inside me–that is what they should find out. Whatever I speak is not what really is inside me, rather I divert things–these things, so that they may not know the real pieces that I have to hide for years. I help people, yet I see them, laughing at me, leaving me alone once again in the dark universe, taking a path through the wormhole and leaving me behind…What is the feeling of being stuck in other people’s troubles, trying to solve it so tha you can move on, yet here you are again, pinned down…That is me, Ian, but for PETE’S SAKE! You have been doing this for a score of years now! Am I a creating a fool out of myself or what?
This is Ian, who is suffering from the reality that he is a blade–a blade made to be a servant to whoever holds him; a blade who will soon rust, soon forgotten. A servant who never reacts on what the duty really calls, but deep inside is a cage, and there you will find a person, bloodied yet still holding on, holding on to the belief that there is somebody out there who will turn the tide of despondency…
