Telling me that your world is far from mine made me want to share a picture of where I am right now, well dear facade, yeah facade, thats how everything is, add another dose of disillusion then maybe you'll get an abstract portrait of me. I thought i came thru but as I expected, I did not, something is pulling me to give it company for a longer period of time, its not monstrous but it is afraid to be left behind. My fears that masked themselves as courage and triumph joins it, thou as a saviour but the truth is, it is yearning company from the thing that is both strong and weak. There, nothing makes sense which is comforting in some way. I have been tempted and still am to stay longer but the idea poses as threat to the outside world. Outside, my orange dress doesnt work anymore, under the sun I hate how I look, I abhor my attempt to feign happiness. Everything seems distorted. I want to use the ever comforting phrase: 'i want to go home' coz it gives a body to what i desire, but then 'where' is the next question, then with no hope, it becomes the phrase that makes you more immobile, embracing the creature that I am with even more. call me drama queen as you always see me, but this is how it is in my head, i can show around,if you wish, let you meet other inhabitants.