I'm afraid. Why? My dreams. My body is frozen. The mirror look at to me, under the glass skin. " Why make you so sick? " A grim eye. Mine. My Only eye. Everything is grey. I feel the anger rising insidiously, as several years previously. Suffocates my smiles but keeps the arrogant, disguised. My dream was to become an empty shell. I don't dare any more.. For a haven of peace, I close my eyes.
Anxiety ! Anxiety! Not again! Talk to me. Again. More. Talk to me again. Take me in your arms. Kill it. Save me...
Ugly! You're squalid, squalid! 50 kilos and you're a demijohn! You can't put any more skirt/short... You look like a ugly Bibendum! You a