all the time they are in my head. they are everywhere. they come, they hit and they go... "veni, vidi, vici." i suppose they like doing this. putting me into valley of unknown. "how", "why", "when"... i think i would fight if there where only one... but there are many of them. they always come with another. they don't like being alone i think.
at first i was able to fight. i was strong... they couldn't hurt me like they do now. but time passed, i tried to fight, i tried to run, i tried to hide... but no way. i am tired of this. it is really hard, you can be sure. it is. especially without help. fighting alone... it is the hardest thing in the world. no one to help when you wounded, no one to help when you try to run... no place to hide. there are no arms to hold you.
now, i am here, standing alone against them... a tired worrior. waiting their final hit to fall... questions... soon they will be here.
 

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