The fantasies you suppress when you are bored, such as: Come on, give your dreams a source of material.
The small room was filled with the smell of decay, and the mildew spread all the way to the back of my neck. That was me, who was once arrogant and arrogant.
I didn't know whether the pupils were stones or crystals, or whether the body was blood or mercury. It was an unprecedented heaviness. It's like... Like a dying blue whale hanging from a needle, and God also attached a Category 12 hurricane that blew its head away.
I was startled, not sure if it was from suffocation or fear. The gentle man in front of me handed me hot coffee, and I felt as light as a feather.
He told me with his tender eyes that I was free
Intention: Describe my depressed heart