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And I'm going to look for a home.

The unknown is fascinating. The all-consuming power of heaven leads me beyond the horizon. It's so nice for your feet to touch black soil. Black soil, Black in color only. Every grain of sand, every piece of reflection of my soul. A moment took my breath away. Breathing seemed to stop and while I closed my eyes, the sun hid from me. Cold, darkness, fear. My legs are tangled, tired of the way I fall, water dripping from my eyes. And now I do not rule, but I am ruled by darkness. Is that all?

I wake up from the sunlight. No, it's not dark around. I laugh, feeling Beautiful and unforgettable. I begin to make plans, touch with my hands what I didn't touch, sway the white cloud, applaud to that cloud for shadow and rain. Hug the trees for being so green. Dreamily walking, I come across a wall. I touch it, it is so hard.........

From her, finger by finger, other hands crawl to me. What are these hands, maybe there are others, born by water or the sun? Or? But why don't they

Do they allow me to pass? Do they warn me to change course or do they want to confuse me? My next step is unknown. I have an anxious feeling.

Fear of the unknown forced him to turn to the other side. Away from the wall.

At that time I did not know how long that wall was.. A lot of questions, a swarm of thoughts in the head. I can't sleep, I can't eat, it gets cold. I'm falling off my feet. I broke down. There is a door, I fall and close my eyes, I’m somewhere where thoughts lead.
When I open my eyes, what I see is the whole world. And there is nowhere to go.

In the cold, gray barn I find a shovel, now not birds of paradise above my head, but crows croak. I understand what they are talking about.

I'm going back to where my journey began. Born alone, buried alone. Only crows will be creaking over my forehead day after day. And who did I come into the world for, if I return to where it began. Born from black soil and buried in it. From the beginning to the very end.