Soon I came to your room, plastered with pictures of flawless movie stars whose eerie smiles go only as far as tears. I suffer from the love that made you weak, I see the beauty you never blinded yourself from, and I taste the sweetness of your vibrant heart. Your movie stars are just like mine. I pulled myself away from the tiny room that you were caged in for so long to look at the rest of the house, which whispered fear and drank up the tears I could no longer hold in. The simple shelter sucked up tears as if it was a plant that had never been watered, and certainly saw no sunlight.
Nothing grows there, but stark, time-stopping stagnancy prevents even death.
Its residents become trapped in one miserable moment for an eternity. I couldn't understand how so many people could be packed into the tiniest space as if they had no place among human beings. Even more, I don't understand why they would have to. The tiny windows tempted me with a hint of the world outside, begging me like a child begs its mother to stop crying. I could not help suffering in it, but I could not stop hoping that I will someday find myself outside its fascist grip.