It's and ode to the most recent episode of severe depression I had. Depressión or depressive states felt always around, like a black wolf hunting me. I called it the void. Special circumstances made me face it like I hadn't in almost sixteen years. It leaned closer and closer, until I was there, faced with a darkness wich is so much more, it is devoid of characteristics, all consuming. At some point I let my self go. I had to be there, to face it, not knowing the outcome but with the best intention to see it through, and I did in the best possible way. Whatever the wolf is, as it is not gone, it's been integrated. It does not hunt me anymore, it walks beside me, a facet of life, not to be feared again, by me or anyone who surrounds me. A friend.