I go. I go far away. I move a lot on the Dusty. I feel a lot of somethings touch me. I can't go on the Dusty anymore. It is not okay, it is not... Safe. It is not Safe on the Dusty anymore.

I move, I move away from the dusty. I feel something that I felt before like when the Nice Hurt went away. I feel the... Gr-Different. Yeah, I remember. It feels more nice than the Dusty. I go into the nothing. I feel... not very okay. I feel... Tired... I go into the Nothing.

I feel. I feel the Gr-Different again. I move, I move away. I don't know where I move. But I want to move to good. I want to move to safe.

I feel... Free. I feel I can move for a long long while. I feel good. I feel... Happy. I move with something's that move with me. It feels like the Nice Wall. It feels like the Super Nice Stingy. They are here, but I know they are not here, they are gone. Everything is gone, but I feel happy.

When a long long while passes, it is cold. I feel something touching me, even though there is nothing. I move, small and quick. I can't control it. But I feel... Shaky. I feel... Not safe. I move, I move until I feel nice. I move until I feel safe.

I touch. I touch something. Like when the bad something made me go into the nothing and on to the something over, and over, and over again. It feels rough. It feels like the what the Nice Wall would move me in to play. I call it... Rough. It is Rough. There is a familiar thing. It is not the same, but it feels similiar. I move in. It is big, almost like the nothing is with me. I feel the Dusty. I feel the rough. I feel where the Dusty, and the Gr-Different touch. I feel into the Nothing. I feel... Safe.