“ ...This whole mass of material is changing trough the time, every other minute there is a new image inside of me, different rhythm of my existence, different ghost in the same reflection. Is that even a reflection? Maybe it’s the real me, my mental state, expression, exposed and judged… Judged, that is a privilege - I heard while I tried to steal my moment from it, my precious magical interaction, the only pose I feel alive in. But no, it’ll never let that happen. I’m just so anxious, it’s never going to stop, I’m sure about that. I can’t stop staring at it, constantly touching it, is this right, do I follow what is supposed to be followed? There are parts of me falling apart, please help me. Help me to hold it together, I'm highly uncertain, just show me your love….”
