Sometimes one has to go down so deep that it is difficult to see anything other than this..it is as if the world only consisted of what is prompted by imagination. The lowest deposits of consciousness, right next to the heart, where you hide to count all the good moments…you wonder if there is a slightest chance for one more..in the loop of uncertainty sound all the same questions, and the only thing that brings hope is the fact that they remain unanswered.