It’s different; you say.

It once was so clear, I don’t know. But with the time the clearness dissapears step by step. Without any clear reason. I don’t gain, but lose power. Strength. My trainer tells me, I am fitter than ever. I don’t want to stop, you know, I want to move. Be on the run. Feel the life. Its beat, rythm, speed and neverforgiveness. I want to believe in myself, knowing that what I am doing will make me happy, will show others who I am- in case they care for at least one lazy moment of their life; you say.

Your eyes are filled up with fire, lightning. Your tablets you take are against depression, dark times, attacs of scare or something like that. You take them like I eat breakfast. You really are too young for that love.