The sun heats my skin, yet my illuminated head spins quickly.
I’d want to see the moon against the gloomy backdrop of my dreams. There were no starts, only the moon, high in the sky, alone and lonely.

I try to walk, but my feet are stuck in place. I am not moving. is there a movement within me?
Blood, heartbeats and thoughts. My tongue is tingling, my mouth is dry and my mind is racing.

I can feel parts of my body pounding like volcanoes covered up and ready to explode

D E S O L A T I O N 

Nobody inside, my soul is speaking to me. What exactly am I? Yes, I am gazing at myself right now. I am touching these hands and arms, but I am not feeling myself.
Great boulders, I raise my arms, yet my hands are empty

D E L I R I U M

Every step forward, one idea returns to the beginning.
I want to be little, heedless of myself and the world around me.
I see myself in everything, and everyone is staring at me as I stumble aimlessly

Where am I?

All those faces, all those eyes staring at me… I am an insect paralyzed on a glue-covered floor.

That’s funny, it is the end.

P A N I C N O I A