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There here goes, as long as I remember.
Phase I – I know I know you and I cannot stop avoid you enter my mind and flowing throgh me with your bliss and sadness – what a hell I had get into.
Phase II – I want to get out even from myself.
Phase III – I do not mind. But I cannot ignore. The more I run and go fast, the less I feel myself in peace.
Phase IV – Peace? Are you kidding me? I am stumbling everywhere, I feel ashamed, guilty, and I want to hide, but you are keep on ripping my heart, and it is all so fool for the world.
Phase V – I feel like French invaded by the Germany in the WWII. No way, I cannot go. I say no. It is like I feel what you feel, but I am trapped.
Phase VI – I have nightmares, I see you in there, I cannot talk. It is like a mute movie. I wish I could get out of the Earth, but perhaps I bump you elsewhere, so it is better to pretend disappearing with no warning. Dreams go on and on, over and over again.
Phase VII – I just watch and let it flow as it has ever. Saving energy.
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