This is about how it feels to inhabit my body; how it feels that even while I don't feel human, I have this human body, and somehow it's connected to my soul, to whatever it means to be me; in every part of my body, I can find pieces of my soul, it responds to my emotions, I can feel my emotions in my body. Sometimes it hurts: emotional pain causes me physical pain. And yet somehow it feels as if my soul isn't a part of my body, or an effect that my body causes; it feels like it is of a different nature. Yet I have, for the time being, accepted my body as mine, because it's filled with the moonlight glass pieces of myself, and it would be hard to separate: it can't just be flesh anymore.