Tomorrow there will be an expert. Again. Someone who thinks who can help me. Someone who thinks to be able to release me from the pain. The pains. This darkened room gives me enough comfort. So I won't be able to see every dimension. So I will be lessened with my pains. My tears will stop coming from my blue eyes. Therefore the nights are the best time to live this life. But others don't care. They live their lives at daylight. The curing people will always meet me on my worst state. When everything is alive, and the dimensions are flowing through my room. This night I won't be able to get some sleep for this so called expert. ____

Slowly the light beems itself through the blue curtains. Enlightning the crewel happenings in other worlds. The taste of blood began to from in my mouth. The sound of footsteps from the hallway slid underneath the door. Body's breaking the light, were creating shadows on the soft floor. The sound of a well known man made a statement. "Here it is, I will be back in one hour." The low voice mumbled more about safety. A key opened the door. A curious face of a woman looked into the room. The eyes rested on a slim woman in the corner, me. My blue eyes looked back. And lowered. Black shoes. This would be a fake expert. Black shoes, very short hair. My eyes drifted away. To the bloodshed. People killing people. The war still wasn't over. The words hanging in the air went past me. The woman stepped into the war. Blocking my sight. I looked into her concerned eyes. "Did you hear me?" The woman took a seat on my bed, in the graveyard. My voice began to speak: "Only death knows who you are. The seeking of him, won't be an establishment if you'd find him." To me, it seemed logical. The woman stared at me. Another expert who doesn't understand. "I'm Phoebe." Her words reached my ears this time. I was watching the fights. Hoping my beloved ones wouldn't end up underneath such a stone zerk where the expert was sitting next to. Though my hope was almost empty. Phoebe was sitting along the side of my friend. He once was a hero, he had fought bravely as a last man, until death had finally a grip on him, D'oth.