The virus:
I see thousand faces, a million tears and a few scars.
Flat faces, dull eyes, emotionless and thoughtless.
The road between time and space, surroundings fades away.
I guess I locked myself from the people to escape the illusion, I guess I’m different.
When I start being different other people change and I stay the same.
When I lock myself from the inside, I lock other people outside.
My thoughts fight each other and when the bus stops, everything stops.
I drown in the mass like everyone else, I vomit when I think about it.
The daily routine makes me sick.
