Is my Life recognizable? There was a time it wasn’t like this… But I can’t remember how it felt. How did it feel when my head was not glass – all the time, ready to shatter, every small change a major assault to the nervous system.

I am smaller, less significant, weird, freakish, so tired, so embarrassed.

I speak a different language than I used to. I am sad. I am alone… And still alive. 

There is this subhuman culture; we exist somewhere between shadows and death. 

Shhhh. Peace be with you. Don’t stray too close to the shadows.