Nawwwr... I feel that sometimes so deeply too, just trying to escape, to cry under the endlessly beautiful starry sky... I wish in such moments to have someone to hold, someone to hold close to me to share my warmth with, to cling to and just escape out of this world. And just like that I would be there for them, gently take them into my fins and hold close, gently soothening until they feel better again... Nothing is worse than being alone in such moments.
It's great work, you can really feel the endless emotions behind it...

I prefer to be alone at such moments, to feel the movement of time and the irrevocably departed moments of life and to cry feeling a black bottomless painful emptiness that cannot be filled with anything, and that haunts you wherever you go. Like Brueghel's two monkeys. There is an ideal world around, but you are locked inside yourself along with your personal demons and are not able to be free, carefree and happy. Although it is insanely painful, but at such moments I feel alive and real...