Time's running out

   All that exist goes on keeping a mistery to me. My body is a machine of self ilusion with different purposes. Fooling me to feed, to rest, to run, to reproduce. But the most incredible trick is really our eyes.

   Looking all around we could see an enormous range of shapes and so on. But all of them will turn to an end when my hourglass be out of sand.

   From then I'll finish my special participation on this world and throw to an eternal sleep. Or maybe some more special thing are going to happen. My great hope is that nobody must suffer after death.