Giving up. Then when the sky is getting gray, the leaves becoming brown, the head of the flowers are sinking down, the wind on my skin is hurting me like fire, and the rain will never end, I can tell, I'm giving up. But there's still a shimmer in all this darkness, and yet I try, and try again. I'm a fighter, I am strong, and I know what it's worth to fight for it.. Do I really know, or do I just lie at myself? Then when the water cannot stop my thirst, when the sun cannot warmth my body, the look is becoming dead, the world stands still, and I'm drowning in my own protected fucking illusion, and there's just a dust of nothing, then.. I can tell you, I just gave up.