Crossing from society into a watery solitary,

the only and solely place for solitude

without criticism, without scandal, without their attitudes.

The area is tiny. Boxing an enormous melancholy tale,

within the corner of the tiny area. Behind the glass in that corner, a frail

trail of soundless tears sails along a river of burning water.

An infinite amount of x’s and o’s await,

when this character returns to the society state.

For now, to escape itself from its stereotypical trait.

It cries.

On an ugly, one tiled shower.

Completely muted, only water falling as music.

Echoes cannot leave.

Its chest rising, up and down, reliving in dazed.

The warm embrace of water, Its only way of assurance.

The reader cannot find this character,

Its deaden strain cannot even be recognized by its deity, who

is already looking to create miracles and potions.

This character hides its features, to avoid description

and adjectives. Which will make it cry more. Under the

watery weep, it conceal a great horror to terror.

They declare this character ‘selfish’. It reveals a story with an

‘ending’.