This place feels different somehow, Inside eight walls stretched long. Discourse of highness - Herbal attraction. Fell into my hands... Daydreaming things that are sad. I ask myself why? Who am I questioning? Who? There’s no one in front of me. Just breathe the breath, Like a wind I couldn’t find. Like a wind in winter’s time. Daunting daughters we’re trying to help. Anya Mama glacial. Such a sad face... She’s got such a sad face to see when she’s sleeping.