One poet once said: "It's hard to breathe while you are still without any words". Sure she was right. It's hard not only to breathe. It's hard to stand up from all this darkness while you are still without any words. It's freaking hard. Nobody could understand this. But without this kind of darkness you would be unable to see any lightness. To see any light, which is necessary for you like an oxygen, to breathe. I guess, I am going out of the words. Better to stop here, while I still have them.