“her name is ⟫D E L U S I O N⟪
she is the lost one, before it is being found.
the despair, before the rising sun.
in dawn, neither light, nor dark.
hiding from what she thinks to know?
what story is she telling herself
when yesterday is dead for centuries.
afraid that it will repeat itself?
or of the unknown that she can´t understand,
ready to catch her when she lifts her hands”