What do you do when things go so bad that you can` t find a light in darkness?
There is some kind of voice in my head who always tells me what to do and what to think. Have you any idea who can it be? Those are those words witch I didn’t told you when I had a chance, those are those thoughts from that day when you left me and those are those things who scares me even on daylight.
And guess what? I m just a prisoner of my own life.

Can you hear it? Someone is talking …again and again and again …

Shkjiet, ka dziive allazh skries pakalj tev, lai kur tu nebuutu un tad, kad tu to saac saprast tu esi tas, kas skrien pakalj dziivei .. viss izmainas mirklii, kad tu saac saprast speeles noteikumus un apzinoties tu izvadies mekleetaaja lomaa paanjemot dziives veikto lomu un ieliekot sevi taas vietaa.
un te nu es esmu speeles puslaikaa ar garu noteikumu virkni rokaa censhoties izspeeleet naakosho gaajienu un dziive staav un gaida kaa reiz gaidiiju es, nedomaajot un nezinot, bet akli vadoties liidz.
Reiz man shkjita, ka vara dod iespeeju mainiit un paveerst visu sev par labu, bet shobriid, man shkjiet, ka vara speej tik graut un paarveerteet savu speeju un liidzarto sevi ieliekot rindaas, kur tup tie, kas ir bijushi par aklu - kaa es, par aklu dzenoties pakalj, lai taa ieguutu, bet paarskrienot veeju neviens jau nav teicis, ka aiz taa sekos miers un bezveejsh, vai es kljuudos?

Aplis, muuzhiigais aplis, kuraa iekaap liidzar briidi, kad piedzimi un izkaap, pareizaak sakot, izkriiti, kad tevi izmet. vai varbuut kaads mani izlaidiis, ja paluugshu, ka veelos izkaapt?

Un jaa, tukshums, ko vairums liekas, ka speej aizpildiit, bet tas ir tikai mirklja acu maans, kas pagriezhoties aiziet, bet kaa tu zaudee mundrumu tas ir atpakalj kaa deele, kas pieliip un grib panjemt visu, ko taj vajag.