I opened my door and faced emptiness. Knocked three times and heard my loneliness full of shit. I call the doorman to bring me piece. I cry for some sleep: try hard to find the key wich leads me to the rightous locked places. I look the empty space my door hided that now scares me once it's opened and not controled. The cold cold nothing that knows my name and say step forward, come to me and turns into what they all are deepest inside. I walk away then disappear into my desire. I walk into despair. Despair. Not to be.