"Everyone has his own space, if you want to fly you need a rocket" How many times a person can "die"? How many times you can fall, crash on the sharp rocks of life? Immensele, I'm sure that I am stand at the very edge of the cliff. How many times will you break your fingers, mutter? Do you want to forgetting and fell yourself in the walls of a sick home? Do you want to just screaming? How to stop the suicide of the inner world? You aren't man, you are stone, you are cold insensitive heart! Hope, that you haven't a man who can get you out of this pit. You can heal yorself if you are at the bottom.