At the beginning I was trying to find my inner way out. Light was far away and I wanted to achieve it.

I felt like if it was a self-hunting. The other me was pursuing me insanely. And sometimes it catched me.

There's a kind of phantasmagoria when you're having a shower alone at night. I felt so observed that it was difficult to me to be in the bathtub.

Despite all those fears I could find some peace in water, especially when it rained. Here's a reinterpretation of rain and love with myself.

Every time I tried to heal myself there was something going wrong. In a metaphor, here's my other's hand coming from my first aid kit.

Every feeling I felt was written. I tried to express by poetry, a very dark poetry, all those other dangerous people who were me.

Finally, I realized I was chained to myself by myself. I lived in a mental prison. It was so easy to go out that I didn't do it.