I’m a fragile boy, with tired breath and uncertain sight. I don’t know where I’m going and don’t know why I was born here. My heart is heavy and trapped between endless walls. Silhouettes dance around me, my lips outline smiles and throw nonsense. My arms grab, hug and cuddle. But when the silhouettes aren’t looking at me, I’m a Man who runs over the flames, who feels his legs warm, and keeps running with hope of becoming a strong boy, who’ll manage to cry to ease his pain.