I'm leaving it today, yesterday I had to go there to be sure I will not, everything is dead, I must go elsewhere, somewhere where I could well be a necessary feeling for to finally not afraid to live like a hunted animal, I no longer understand what is happening,because what happens is not more important, it just so happens I am forced to take what is there a possibility to exist simply, no diversion is straight ahead with the inability to see on the sides, nothing happens because that could happen is hidden, I do not try to tell me that must take action, everything is done, nothing remains, but I do see a light at the back of the room, I walk softly, I do not want to scare, I asked him what it's called Little by little we get closer, we seek together a way out, for she too would like to go in broad daylight, it's risky, you do not know what we will do when the light is blinding, when we are accustomed to the cellar, but I do not make me worry, everything exists when it comes, so if I am, I'll always be what I am