Stuck inside a 650 square feet cube, all I see is white. Me and my hypermetropic eyes,
Barrier left and barrier right, i am swallowed by the prison of white.
then I found one broken mirror,
the round one that was lurking in the shadow behind,
who I see looking back at me?
Asking, accusing, and caressing me with those nineteen eyes?
q: how long till to die?
a: not yet, I still have half a reason to live for.
q: do you want to see the sky?
a: yes, yes please…blue sky, purple sky.
q: who is that who hurt you so?
a: the stranger inside my home, or is it I?
q: how does love make you feel?
a: Breathless, Asphyxiated, Like the purple bruises
left on my throat.
q: Who are you in love with?
a: It is I.
q: do you want stuff your head inside the cupboard and scream and cry?
a: yes.
q: do you want to sleep and never wake up?
a: no. I want to stay awake and never sleep.
q: when was the last time you breathe?
a: just before they put the oxygen mast on me.
q: how many people lives inside your cube?
a: May be a hundred, may be nine.
q: how do they look like?
a: they look like Me, Myself and I