"Pyt"

In a single movement, a fox pounces through the snow, snatching the unaware rodent from its burrow. My body onto his, as we both fall on the pavement floor. Sitting on his belly, I rise both my hands held tight and punch his face repeatedly. He doesn't react... He doesn't even flintch. Completely indiferent to my dispair, I now pull his collar up and down and hold his head against me, stroking the hair of a dead man. I've gone mad. Our story has finally reached the end, and I've gone completely mad.

Not now. Let me have it one last time.
I have so much to tell you.

I've been working so hard for it.

But you just wont see it.

I've been working so hard for it.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

But it's just a dream.

It's just a dream.

Now my eyes feel swollen. It's earlier than I expected, and I'm pale as the walls. Nobody's around, so I leave the room, drenched in pastel morning lights, wearing nothing but black wool socks. The mirror forcasts today's mood. Seven months and the feeling still relapses, as acid as a heartburn. He's forgotten about us... for good. C'est la fucking vie, but it's not the end for me. All this effort has not been in vain. Oh no, I'm only getting started. Baby, I'm only warming up the engines, and this time life will be beautiful! You will hear from me again. And next time we see each other, I promisse you sweetness, stars will colapse inside your heart.

Thank you so much.

Good bye Adam.