Najbrzydsza z moich dotychczasowych prac. Gdy powstawała, nie miałam serca.
The ugliest of my current works. During it was creating, i had no heart.
Are the words which you use, are just for me? How multum galaxies are you wandering yet?
Does everyone gets their own words? What is your role in each of these universes?
Are you gravastar, supernova, dark matter? Are you like magnets, is it repulsion, are you circling?
Now, i`m levitating in your space too. I hid all my keys and things in it. Thing, what remains from me,
is a thin layer of the shield. This drawing is as empty as the cold, that i put on it, wrapping in
shallow. Take me to me. I`m frozen and i`m tired, so, i will not scream. I`m asking in silence