Everything that I hear is silence,

Everything that I see is darkness,

On the bottom of the ocean nothing exists.

I can't get out,

Because I don't know where out is.

The immense ocean of nothing.

It presses on me with pressure,

But I stay.

I stay and suffer.

I want to get to the surface,

But there is no one waiting for me.

I feel the ocean outside me.

I feel the ocean inside me.

On the bottom of the unending ocean,

I stay alone with myself.

Honorable Judge, if you call what I did crime - you're wrong, I didn't kill her for money or for a personal reason, no, no, I murdered her, because I am a good man, I did it, because she wanted to die, the only problem is that she didn't understand that she wanted this, again, I did this for her, I couldn't see how she lives like that, she was working between 8 and 16 everyday, then come home, spend time with her family, go to museums, she was what you call happy, but you're very wrong, I wouldn't call this happiness, same routine everyday, how could you live like this? Well, one thing I noticed is that when she arrived home, she was hugging and kissing her children, she loved them, that's why I killed them, too, so they could be together, now, here comes the fun part: I wanted to kill the children first for her to understand that I will be generous and let them be together. After I killed the first one, I went to the second, at which I saw her pushing me away from him and full of tears said: 'Please, don't! Please, please, please, kill me, let them alone!' CAN YOU IMAGINE? I was helping her and she didn't even understand, that's so funny, I started laughing when she said that, I didn't have so much fun for a long time. 

If you want to be happy,

Don't get stolen by time.

Fight for your happiness and live with yourself,

Being happy for everything you have.

If you want to be unhappy

You'll have to live for others,

Giving all of your happiness to them.

You won't be happy anymore,

But, at least, you'll know that others used you.

With your actions, gift yourself to others, living in their happiness.

I don't even now what to feel anymore, I'm bored or maybe scared? I don't know, what should I feel, I just want to be in another book for a time, where I can forget about people, in a book that will lett me draw it and express myself, maybe that's what I need, to paint my feelings in a mirror, but what would I see?

But can a person be alone? Even if all his friends and family are gone, he'll always have himself and the infinite inner world in his company. Being alone for a writer is an unending dialogue with the people inside him.

Many can't understand the beuty of living in yourself, but that's the only way of creating the link between you and nature, feeling every drop of water falling on the ground, every blade of grass swimming in the sun's light, every atom of life, being alone with yourself restores the connection between 2 universes- yourself and the nature.