One day I woke up and understood:

I lost Her. I lost meaning of my life.

First: tears covered my eyes.

Second: I observed the big raven in my room.

Third: I knew what I want to do.

I took my backpack, my shoe, my drum and I said to raven: “You can go with me”. It answered: “Today you can forget about your sensible. You mature enough”.

We waited for the bus. It didn’t arrive. So we strolled through the road. I strived with one last part of me, which had some hesitation. But raven felt it and pecked me into my heart and this part of me died.

We abandoned our usual life. I and raven started to live in the forest like a wild beasts in that day. I found my cave later. And my cave became my one value and my own coffin. Sometimes raven sang some songs to hush me.

And when my roots almost die I finally breathe with relief.

(Are you remember? The only relief is She).