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The sight from every window in my beeing

is a fierce debree of spastic, but idle thought paralysis

My body feels like a soft punishment,

an illusion,

a faint prison.

I want, but can't see.

The projection of the chaos on my retina

carves a disaster in my heart.

It is the mystery of the essential human interaction,

that drives me towards a mental collapse.