Headfirst, with no doubt in your mind, in your thoughts you wonder the paths which lead to the place where absence hurts. How much greyness do you need to swallow to disappear? You quietly confess to yourself and you know each word is a smaller or greater disappointment..you’re not where the ground pulses under your feet…the finesse of closure…each day, you choose the colour of your cage. The gravity of your heart weakens with each day, but it’s still not enough to break away from fear and run straight ahead.