You are out for a walk.

Everything looks the same.

Eyes, lips, hair, clothes, moving limbs, pulsing hearts. Two directions. Empty vessels. People distant.

Sun and sky fool you. They look like hugging while being so distant. You look up and everything looks unique. Eyes on fire, eyes empty. Pressing lips, soothing lips. Trembling limbs, menacing limbs. Hearts feel like double-edged blades made out of paper.

The true colour is grey, bonding the sky and the sun for real. Nothing's moving and the clouds are telling the story.

Grey fades and colours splash out like blood covering all sorts of things. Feelings shrink and strike point blank and hard like a bullet, finally getting absorbed by the whole existence.

Knocking leaves a terrifying echo. Touching anything colourful next to you. Gives the impression of filling your stomach with air.

Esophagus looks like trying to hug itself while closing up drowning in the desperate need for a touch. Only air can pass through.

Everything looks so same.