, To come to myself, it is on the bed for hours around pure silence, my sound is full of sound I dont move from the contraction Dark and cold air, my eyes are again when they grow from within with the completion of the moon, turning my wolf Hosts Now for me, that is, protest Out of you, a person is extinct my menu on the table, that is, choosing a food in the bucket, which means the strike is Instentive A person away from you, being Cells, and the cover of a book .
