My heart is screaming.
My soul is screaming.
My internal organs are desperately trying to break away from the shackles of my body, break through my brain, and see the daylight.
Make us scream, make us laugh! They, maybe they are piercing my body with a sharp sound wave.
I suddenly felt confused, or it could be said that I was overwhelmed by the feeling I had now.
What kind of life have I been living until now? There is neither material nor spiritual shame, but my tissues and organs are rebelling.
I still lack something.
This is how I define myself.