When I have not anything to cling to, I sink, yes, I sink slowly into the abyss which will harbor me for a while. The time that another hook is formed, or the time that the other come to hang up again. In this way, I will climb back up of there macabre depth, the one that reassure me so much, to put myself under the mildness of the sun, so mild but so violent. I am more in secure in my abyss, only, I love so much risk my happiness. He is worthwhile. This joy is so lively, she is worth well a return into my depth. And also, during my descent, I have my bubble. Yes, my bubble, I love her so much. She is my protector when nothing hang up me again on the top, and when I fall. Without her, I would be just a funereal body who, at the back of his cave, can putrefy better, far away from the joy of the others. The only thing that made me enough happy to avoid me to sink again have disappeared, she is falling down slowly. I would love so much be able to stick back on. Stick back on with something that never come off, to stay always with me. Of course, there is many other hooks, but they are not enough to stop me when I fall, they slow down my fall, because the joy that they make me feel go on when I am with them, but when we part, I fall again. This is that we call the happiness no permanent. Yet, them, they are cling as well, and of them own free, I thank them. I love my abyss where I pour my tears because I do not suffer anymore, there. I prefer even so the sun, because he is so desirable. Even if my suffering come from here, I prefer come back there. I love my sunshine, I love my love, I want them to stay with me all my life.