When the darkest of the night begins, it separates me from everything; from the ground where I am standing to the ceiling that makes me dazed. I absorb as I think clearly. Quietly. And things become different. Then wall speaks. Scream in my ear rings like never stopping bells. All those lost things come back, flying. There I close my eyes to see; the vague image of angry butterflies... flapping their broken wings constantly reminds me that, everything what I had once was real and I still have that everything if I like to believe. But somehow, it feels I don't care to believe cause I feel I am happier this way. And these angry butterflies go and vanish into the grayish abyss. Never to come back. While, here I keep wandering... what it was for? Those anger.