There is an open window in my room. I hear the voice of the struggling wind. I lean over the window. It's high. Below a glassy green ocean. I'm trying to reach this unmoving mass of green solitude. My fingers become longer and longer and I feel the blood dripping from my nails. My body is smaller and smaller- my existence belongs to this bloody hands with white...dark -white skin. From beyond the glassy ocean a pair of dazzling, fragile hands is trying to reach mine. Pinky water with sweet smell is evanescing from this bodiless appearance.
I close my eyes. It's much more easier to believe with your eyes closed. The smell of blood mixed with the sweet smell of other life makes me feel dizzy. I feel the touch of the cold iced air. Little thorns of ice penetrate my skin, seep into my veins and become a part of me- the hands of fate embraced me.
