As the infinity of the dark sky made me drawn under its waves, a warm hand held my heart and an empty box packed my mind. That feeling. A sweet despair, an agonizing calm and the silent thunder that broke myself in one. Balance was no more in the trinity, but in the foggy line that connected my feet to the beautiful gloom captivating my eyes. My hands were useless; insignificant towards the untouchable serenity around my body. My hips, though, contained almost as much energy as the fast beats of my heart. Purity came into my lungs at every breath. My chest was a cosy home for whatever dared to knock on the door of magnitude. Although I am not a megalomaniac, the infinity fits nicely inside my soul.