Torm.
Tuul ja pimedus ootamas vihma.
Ootamas vihma.
Katki.
Katkine taevas.
Uuesti ja jälle.
Meenutamas viimast tormi.
Mis oli nii sarnane.
Ja nii erinev.

Häbi?
Alandus?
Viha?
Kurbus?

And you looked at me. Like a stranger. Like not knowing me. Turned your face away. Turned your eyes away.
Talking about searching. Something. Being afraid. Not knowing. Your words were wrong. Thousands of little lies. Making no sense. Having no meanings. Just these words again. Breaking me again and again.
Did you find what you were searching for? Your meaning of life? Did you find it now?
Should i tell you about my feelings? Not anymore. I can just pretend. Act my life to be perfect. Without any hopes. As you wanted. I can be the things that you are waiting from me.
Why? Because i can. You were right, it is like an experiment. It always have been. How far can i go? How far can i push myself? When would be the line between extreme and normal? When would i loose my mind? When would i be totally broken? Could i drive myself crazy?
Don´t know. Maybe i am not so weak. Maybe i can survive this storm and all the next ones. Maybe i am just such a good pretender.
Maybe i will break. Maybe i will discover the real me behind all those masks. Maybe i will see a sign. Maybe i will stay being empty.