The idea of who I am, vanishes. Is a lie.
If I close my eyes, I don't exist, if I close my eyes I don't exist, if I close my eyes I don't exist in the way I conceive myself.
Rabbits come out of their burrows and that's where I go to hide when the sun goes down.
That space that is now our own stolen in a time that is no longer real. Now it's mine.
