I was like that six-year-old girl who wakes up every day & brushes her hair, but forgets to be taken to the park. like that child who always plays with their own shadow & kicks their soccer ball against the wall. like that old man who wanted to be a writer, all his loved ones had passed away for years, & he decided to write his memories, but his hands trembled too much, like the moment when u don't trust anyone, like that old book market that has been ruined to build a mall instead. like a translator who speaks in any language, but no one understands their words. like a body that can't stand being touched or an old woman who cooks herself a bowl of rice. like a woman who wears her best perfume, massages her hair with scented oil, & goes alone to a café. like the life & its small moments that slowly crush everyone. like the desire to have & the waiting & the constant pain. I was like a frame of  pain, & the only familiar face I know is this sad monster that always screams inside me.