Everyday a new scene

There’s a constant pressure in my chest as if some giant was holding me so tightly in their palm that my extremities burst out through his fingers swollen, red and sore.

Here you go, the troubles and turbulences I’ve been facing.

It is always broken by a small accident, or bad news, and there’s a shift of moods, where one of the people involved is just so far away from the inicial moment of happiness, that everyone else feels the joy flee through the air.

Now I’m hollow hollow hollow