Colors are lukewarm. Space recedes. The other side. Only a glass pane. Invisible. Run. Stay. Remember you were born. Remember that first breath, that hope. Remember milk pouring warm into your tummy. Remember that first excretion. Remember skin. Remember the possibility. A world. For you. You. You. The world, yours. Space. Doors. New rooms. How can anything go wrong? How can anything go wrong?
inside(r) psychoanalysis 