... I woke up and was crying, not that sincere sorrowful- expressive cry, but wretched, neurotic, frightening one that can only be reproduced fully by a strongly disturbed mind, by someone insane, by someone like me...

Silence, hollow devastating stillness absorbed the air and suffocated my sobs. Night was crystal clear- yet no stars, the sky was empty, incomplete, how very well it reflected the conduct of my soul.

"What have they done to me???"

I went to the door and soundlessly opened it, my heart I could almost hear, striking in my chest, my eyes I could hardly move around in my despair, all is still...

"God be with me!"

The little sense I was still in possession of, whispered to me in words of silence, that I was in danger. I was too much terrified to contradict my own self. I passed along narrow passages with quick mobile movements, all is still...

I reached the front gate and darkness was about to swallow my feeble body when something stopped me.

Freedom was one breath away, death behind my back, reaching out to grab my soul- me in the middle. But what is freedom? It is a curse, I am alone to enjoy it, to suffer it. There is no one, no one I could tell my secret, my dream...

No I cannot- let it die with me...

I went back to my room- I had the dream... it is was as vivid as I could almost taste it... I see... it's evening time...

/to be continued/