In our dark obsolete spaces, we try desperately to wash off these stains, only we know the scripted story behind each scene. We weep in our silent cells. We try our best not to make a sound. But the flash backs keeps recurring in black and white, thick black bold borders and frames.

When words have ran away what do you do? Under the black skies, aren't we all lost too? We do not remember what was hurting or what was missing, we just lay still under water, floating on the surface, letting the surrounding envelope us in a sweet embrace as we take breaths.