Before this sun go insane....i look behind....into the night..... that's standing on the doorway....few steps from the dawn and few steps in the night...threshold of a dream and martyr's realm....
some torn sheets of the past near the lake haunts me....some laughter echoes on the edges of the clif........

the plant of the cancer like creature of the lost child has grown up to a man.....answers all the question from the unheard light from the dark......