Inertia consumes my atoms.

In a rectilinear movement towards no infinite place.

Contractions take my left side, pain makes it difficult to think clearly.

But it’s been so many years of living with her that I simply absorb the impacts and smile.

After a while, it’s easy to say that everything is fine.

The worst is coming and hope is a monster.

Why the hell would she be in Pandora’s pot?

Eu sou a pessoa do outro lado do espelho.

Eu sou a pessoa do outro lado do espelho.