I run in the green grass, it is a gentle slope, I can not take off from the earth, I'm sinking in deeper trouble, it does not happen that day, night I sleep, at least it is less, the most scares me how to get up there, it takes a lot of patience, carrots are cooked, and I'm still in the same place, I like to recognize where I spend hundreds of times, it is always the same route, it does not worry me, I'm in the routine, until ready to contradict me to open a new path to a stranger in the application precision, I would like to know my creator, but I know I have to wait to die, I'm in no hurry, I have years ahead of me understand why he is ignoring noise if it could make noise, c is a question that does not bother to sit down and think, spend a little time to open the shutters look ahead trying to see ahead, this is not easy on the temptation to think another thing, I vacuum, my emotions snap to an object that does not exist, it is me, I inspected it is now, tomorrow, one day believe in evolution, it turns a little every moment, the truth is a force inside, it takes a long time to be in weakness, accept the order overwrites the weight, a successful test, two or three months, first smile, first joy ,