Suddenly you realize that all the people you have to face in the world are those inside these thousands of mirrors. There are shadows below your eyes, and goodbyes above your hands. We are riding on a double road and both are terrible and they never end. Plants and news are raising from the ground and you want them to cover you while sleeping. They are warm and they bring out your secret wishes which are also secret dreams, we can never avoid them, we can never slaughter them. They are us. They are us.
That's why the roots are mistaken for lungs.
And I
...........can't
...................brea t.. h... e
...........................................................................yet.
