intestine parasites...

You sense, you smell, you sketch, you think...the thoughts never stop... you indulge in your bereavement, your nuisances, your lack of unfulfilled desires, in wanting to be appreciated in the eyes of others… of another… the want to be understood, to find one who says yes, I understand you, I know you, I know your despicable nature, I know your ugliness, your beauty, your humility, I know you in totality… and I accept you… and I love you… and then you look at the mirror, and you smash that mirror… a thousand pieces of glass crash into the floor… a thousand you reflected in thousands small pieces of glass… and at the place where stood the mirror, is now emptiness and nothingness… that is my reflection now… that is what I am.