Black, White and Light part 2 ...And then she was running like the same martyr. Blackness will become light. Sorrow will become healing. All these thoughts were among ourselves, and none of them left us. She considered, she wondered, imagined all the same idyllic wonders next to her, some distance before her, lain upon a certain place in the distance… there… there…. There, she thought… will lay my rest, will hide my body and cover my face from coldness and alien sight… there I will be there. Her energy collapsed, her thoughts rolled over the ground like circles in a sequence of icy blocks in weightlessness. She fell down and her legs ached in the darkness, far away where humanity is missing and present at the same time. Nevertheless, as she was sobbing with no movement on her side, we noticed by putting special attention, that something was growing. Her breath got quieter; her thumbs got identified with the rhythm of calmness; her eyes were finally open in a blink, and she remained there, within her bodily temple. A yellow sparkling light was exiting from her mouth. Breath became then a red color which was spread all around her body. Blue appeared from her cerulean eyes. Life was raised by a mysterious force, in the silent wave of silence. Conclusion: Enjoy the moment and don´t focus too much on the future, which is actually uncertain, and don´t suffer in order to attain a good future, because perhaps you will be always suffering for a future which will never come. I wrote it in a rush and it could be several mistakes.