Stone smooth, new rock. Jumping onto a rock throughout the childhood makes it smooth. Smooth stone. Changing houses introduces new rocks and often people trip and fall.

Still young.steel strong. Barely. Where's everyone still soft youthful. I . Struggle to bend . Tongue touching top of the roof. Still hot, cooled with water. Strong indeed. Strong . Doesn't bend . Indeed . But can shatter easily. Yup that's it .

Days have become boringly mundane. Days blend into eachothers leaving behind a endless panorama. Buzzing sensation continus on and on without any interludes. Days strech into weeks, weeks strech into months. Endless state of melancholic solitude.

Freedom is a 2 way street