If I want, why I don’t activate my life? What happens? Why am I here? Watching the time flying. Thinking: “What a nice thing is to walk!” Dozens of ideas and some wishes I wrote on a paper. And I threw this paper into the fire thinking about being reborn. And when everyone leaves, the river begins to throw its waters. And the monster of darkness the soul wants to corrode. The big day will be tomorrow! And when I died I just thought about going back. And here I am, repeating stories. Seeing if this time I give a bit more.