The sun warms my flesh, my lighted head spins fast.
I want the moon against the dark background of my nightmares.
No stars, just the moon, up in the sky, alone, desolated.
I try to walk but my feet are glued to the spot. I do not move. Inside, am I moving?
Blood, beats, thoughts. My tongue is tingling, my mouth is dry, my head is exploding.
I feel places in my body pumping out like Vulcans covered up ready to erupt.
D E S O L A T I O N
Nobody inside me, my soul is not talking to me. Who am I?
I am looking at me, yes… Right now. I am touching these hands, arms but I don’t feel myself.
I move my arms up, great boulders, but my hands are empty.
D E L I R I U M
Every Step forward, one thought backwards towards the origin.
I want to be little, thoughtless, careless of myself and the world around me.
I see myself into everything, everyone is watching me while 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