“It is only an impression”, I say to myself continuously. But I just always succumbing, deterrent thoughts end up giving them way.
At the end it goes full, overwhelming me, filling the cavities where are my dialectics, infecting me with a perception of loss. It took me what I've gained with so much effort, the only important thing in the large community that I integrated, the way to survive.
In my mind it is no longer, I am victim of a ruin fantasy. Looking suspicious to my about, disregarding possible suspects.
And I'm the Pocket hand hurriedly, exhaling across my body to feel anxiety, the portfolio remains on your website.