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.