So this is where the battle will start. Tomorrow is only a sleepness night away and to be quite honest; death does not scare me anymore. Why should I run if I have no intentions to stay alive, no intentions at all? It seems so worthless, this wordlessness that is surrounding me. They all said I should be strong, I should keep on doing the things I am good at, but what if everything is a lie?
I will stop thinking and start acting. Because it is all a play. Give a second for the poet's pain and the poor creature will bow his nose to the ground.