'Forced to play the victim role in society, she put and end to it, that existence of a fool taught better on how not to believe anymore than give it another try: she hated the weakened self and the stronger one was ruthless, merciless thus dangerous, leaving behind stacks of memories to be useful and serve to her purposes of creating something for a better life: if herself wasn't allowed to enjoy then her Child and the children of tomorrow will be having that! unfortunately not right a sentince; unfortunately not completely honest and true a story to be told.
- I am going to live, now, she decided. Too sad and lonely an existence this one feels! You all had a life! All have one! I had nothing but an existence... and when it finally came to me, that promise of a life, that life I was entitled to live (so they speak and promote, that after the gret struggle the happiness well-deserved) came to me, naturally, as it should come back to all of you, I said a word, I forgot a deed, I misplaced a feeling or two, I denied my own siffering the ideals of having a fight won and there I found myself throuwn in the middle of the wars of fire and frost from which vapours and smokes got spit to the skies of the darkest blue making all good gods cry and shout and react to the injustice done.
So you take life that's best in everybody and make nothing of it! Well, this is what you do best! I used to struggle to make things better; I'll keep pretending that everything is alright, that this is the course of life itself: existence - the condition for life to be initiated and revealed in us, out of us... for us! I was lost anyway, before I even dared catching a glimpse at the possibility of having a life!
Good-bye to you, for now... until I dare to say hello again! Until I recover from the deepest and darkest blue ever!'