the day you were born in my life was a very special day. it was the day of my death. not physically, not mentally. but in my inner, something died. something great and big. the person i was. you destroyed me. then built me up again. but when i looked at myself in the mirror, i was no longer me. my eyes keep telling me nothing changed, but my mind says they are wrong. and everybody's wrong in this room, in this planet. i look at the sun and i see you. i stare and stare and i drown in my fascination. the world is so beautiful, but still so frozen. i want to move and i can't. so i fall asleep and dream a thousand dreams. nightmares, sometimes, appear in this head. but i can't divide my subconscious from my conscious. and everything becomes real - all my fears, all my hopes. everytime i try to find myself, there's a new me. a new personality. but old arms and old legs. anyway, there is no way out from this maze i am in. you closed the door. and now you know my dreams and nightmares. you hide in them. you own them. they are no longer mine. i only own the confusion, the despair. and it wears me out...