Every night she is staring at the very same mirror, smeared with strangers staring back. She can’t find nor recognize herself anymore, and so one night, she stops looking.

Every night her soul is floating in the space between her face and this estranged reflection. She hears the walls murmuring, admiring the touch of her body, while she feels weighed down by an inexplicable mess.

Every night grey clouds gather in her eyes, and wait for that thought to pass by her mind and pierce them through, giving birth to that same salty river, suspended between the skies.

Every night she sees the same stranger, hiding somewhere in her trapped crowd, staring back, smiling to her in malice, latching onto her floating, yet leashed soul.

Blinded by the laughter of a thousand strangers, her body explodes into a million little pieces, and each piece gazes at her soul as it…