A runner losing faith rushes to the end of his so called happyness feeling meaningless, carrying heavy stones on his back, when his body wants to lay down powerless.

Running , running , trough this neverending running , the spirit , the divine touch gets lost in the wellknown woods of his deep mind and soul when he makes a final choice.

He leaves his “home” in this forgotten place, he buries the key in the turmoils. He puts all of his memories back to sleep. He doesn’t want to live imprisoned , in chains of his forever faithfulness faith, in his beloved cage. This past is left flying in the space….

He will never know where to find the key to the past, if there is anything left, to wake up the spirit that was put to rest…