i went up a hill
i went down a hill

i went into a creek
i went out from a creek

i found myself standning in a dessert.

i stood in a djungel.
my feet were torne into piceces.

picking shattered glas out of my feet.

no scream.
no hurt.
no pain.

just memoeries.

it´s a wonder you even can talk.

lot´s of pain.
torne feet.
no hands.

i know i am alive.

just don+t know when.