Stars Night. silence. Cicadas compose a lullaby. It was too tense. I had too run. I came here, no light, no judging glances. Waves lunge the mole, invisible. Stars, direct mazed souls. Bright as a flare, pail as solo. Cold ancient wood stands between this world and what after death. Should I fight, or should I surrender to the oblivion. My passion and desire- faded like fire... Impossibly, Infinite number of thoughts are running through my head, all those thoughts- afraid they will never be thought. Only heaven knows what would've happened to me If this one, little thought didn't come up to me then. Infinity, mold, and a brilliant end to my book. Since then, every time I lack inspiration, I seek those who are not to be easily read, the components of the silent trail, the unsolved mystery, the Aimers of lost souls.