Act IV: CORE MELTDOWN (1)
The grudge is one of the matters I feel it as a warm, flowing and dense metal ball moving freely in my chest, in my head, in my bowels that hurts and pain me that's always existed in this or an other life
It's like a desease wearing out the body and the mind time after time that doesn't allow me to live, to reason, to love, to listen, to understand
It's the cage that compel me to be motionless that doesn't allow communications that breaks the links among brain, nerves, muscles, skin
It's confusing It's offending It's inadequacy, fear to exist, defeat It's the misshaped mirror of a reality that doesn't exist
It's obsession It's space It's emptiness It's the dimension in which all the rules are denied, twisted, cancelled, redefined changed without continuity, meaning, sense of the time, measure, loyalty, honesty (...)