"I'm sick" are the words spewed out carelessly over the phone. Not one expectation was to hear your voice on this restless day where the sun seems like a cancer through the window shades. Of course I'm sick, but not how you probably think. There is no cure for what I have. I have nothing to think about and so much to say. There is a dark shade over the universe I cannot lift and the system is down by my own decision. A time when I had once felt the brink of insanity from my existence haunted by dreams has faded. The dreams are gone and I recall nothing but emptiness. The devil and god are raging inside me and every second I cannot help but to feel restless and helpless in every word built up and burnt down like towers.

Goodbye. I'll say. I don't want to hurt anything, the last thing I could do is destroy a wall and let raging water breakthrough. You have absolutely no idea. This will destroy you.