I fall in words, day by day. They pull me into the abyss of my thoughts, where my stories are waiting for me, but they go up in flames. Gradually every written word blows in the wind and takes me on a journey into the infinite depths of this world, whose abomination drives me into the light before my eyes. Words tell a story, every day a new one. These stories can be anything, but they are never enough. Every day I flee in them, but when I wake up again, I see the reality and wish my light back. The light is getting darker, day by day. 

I see her, the candle that burns, pulls me away, away from you. 

I feel the cold around me. 

The last drop of wax goes there, spurns with time. 

The light goes out and I, I'm gone. 

Darkness. 

Silence. 

And the silence is so loud that I think she makes me deaf.