It was clear that the elevator would go neither 101st floor nor 102nd. Alarm, alarm, alarm, I am stucked in a small box made of completely glass, this is not being locked only but being short of breath, one , two, three, four, I am dying, there was a red button on top of all the shit other buttons, where is it now when I have needed it most in all my life, press any button, I have believed so much in the magic of told stories even a snake which one is always talking with walkers passing one side street if it is rainy or cloudy, so what , this time magic spirit must work, the truth is to have fear of being in enclosed spaces, clithrophobia, my best friend, what’s my favourite love song?, I am very odd, I was worried when you closed the door, worried a lot, one night I was wanted, one night left, I couldn’t help feeling heartache and be dumped up in hot very hot desert as firewalking, press it again, nobody heard, you were gone in October, before very cold nights started, this fear was the fire that I know deeply, there was no possility to see you again in all my life, you were gone all through, I realised completely I was abondened in a messy room, closed doors, closed windows, closed life, I would have prefered to be with you, but you were gone without telling me a convincing story, I had even believed a talkative snake story many years ago, I was standing by you to believe and trust whatever you would tell me, keeping my finger on the button for hours, years, alarm, alarm, I have had a heartache, I am shouting and telling not to be left in darkness, the longer this silence was going on, the more I was dying because of heart attacks, a thousand pardons, leave me free dear life, I had decided on living alone without thinking him any more before I was locked in this lift, he didn’t want me and now I never want him, the moment has come to go out of this box, no sooner had I left him than the lift started to move again. Everything was over. What a beautiful life to live free and wonderful!
