I'm Sleepy, a bit bored, half relaxed half worried. Nice and warm, complaining about back pain, very exited, legs tired of walking so much, hoping not to rain, eager to lay on the floor, feeling the sweetness of the coffee;burned tongue. Making plans in my head for later on.

Today I was dead. Today I knew in advance, I knew that I was going to die. I suffered and cry. I tryed to say it all, I called for atention, I felt despair.

All alone,

Invisible.

Witness of the world's orgy.

I knew, and I died.