Why is there so much space in this sleepless night?
Why run away from this room on fire?
why my bed is so wide that the abyss is getting bigger yet?
Why not look at me? Why
every day I look at you like least? Why
cost while things easy?
Why do not you see that for me are?
Why I can not look at the ceiling in silence?
Why I can not help to stay as close to fear? Why am I afraid
this winter ...?
