There was no problem at home
A feeling of alienation was growing inside me, making me smaller in the environment I was in as I got older. Everyone was staring at me. My head and I were seen as two separate entities. While my body was respected, my head was insulted, in the midst of this contrast, my heart was going back and forth between my feet.
Finally, I couldn't stand it, got up, turned my back on the insults, and started walking towards the bus stop.
When my torso tried to go ahead of my head, my head felt like it would fall backwards. A strange picture emerged and people around me began to look at me more. It was as if an invisible hand was protruding from the eyes looking at him, pulling my head from side to side. I had pain in my neck from this tugging, and I felt a thinning as if the veins connecting my neck and head would break. It was as if thin strands of hair provided the connection. In order not to separate my head from my body, do not break these thin wires! she calls out, her cries scratching my ears.
There was no pain in my body. I was just feeling the tides of my heart. The ground was beating at my feet, the ground was shaking as it slipped towards my feet. My body had a rhythm, and he knew very well what to do in such situations. But my head.
My head couldn't find a way to deal with the insults. When he got stuck, he wanted to get up and leave, but my body was always resisting. There was no point in running away for him. Insulting the head was an insult to the body, but it was not right to give up.
I got on the bus. My head was thrown back, my body was cutting into the seat in which to sit. Everyone was seated one by one. I would have to hang with someone. I approached one of the seats, the head of the person I was going to sit next to was tightly attached to his body. I said, 'How comfortable.
My head averted my eyes and my body knew all its rights, so it sat down without hesitation. My head was hesitant and settled sideways anxiously on my torso.
So we traveled for a while. When we got to the bus stop, we got off the bus, first my head, then my body.
I arrived home without feeling whole, so I put on something comfortable. I got rid of all my worries.
There was no problem at home. I am me.
I was with my head.