I was ill from the sorrow. The story made me feel emotions. The sorrow was
mixed with bitterness. I walked throug the fog yesterday. The steps were so
fine. Wind blew through my hair before I entered the fog. 

Well I can't die here. Nor I doesn't want to go on. Fear felt so fine. A
moment of lust from my memory awakened for a moment just to die away in
seconds.

From despair to control. I get hangover from this. Mind was so bright a little
moment. Then I forget. Memories come and go. I can't memorize them by myself.