Writing in the darkness What hides in my nights Makes me see more clearer What is in the obscurity of my thoughts. Composing a work, A reflection of my vanity helps me Loosing the imagination And freeing all my contemplation just to escape the freezing time I am already far from the present And yet close to the nearest past I am living without my existence This is my best moments of being suspended In a zero gravity, and in a vacuum of thoughts This is my best moments of making the first crystal of simplicity.