“Precisely, five years are not the same as longer than six years. I noticed, the stairs coloured differently, last months. At first, white exchanged grey, an older colour. You see rainbow colours in it, but the dream is exactly more than even known. The body and mind do not function, when I look inside the living room. A writer is an author whenever a story was told. The poet is lost in time. She broke all the whitest rules, I could ever possibly think about!”