Think
of every cell in your body...

In twenty days, I'll
turn twenty five. Twenty five...

I am more like
a surreal painting...

When things start falling,
the ceiling crumbling...

I never said this, dear martyr,
but I still remember when you punched...

It feels light to you, doesn’t it?
The weight of this...

In funerals,
I’m used to wearing...

This is my first attempt at writing Deutsch...
There it is...

I imagine
a bird...

He’s explaining to me why
we’ll be switching from olanzapine...

I'm not angry on behalf of
my father, who took his last...

The scale measures
how deeply I hate myself...