After periods of isolation,
Of self-disgust and destructions,
I search for myself in the World;
Fall in love with what’s like me out there;
Like I want to be surrounded by what’s inside,
By my own kind of beauty.
Curiously, the self-conscious can self-cannibalizes.
This story is part of a collection of poems, short stories and introspective diary entries, called “Grimoire of a Weird Person II”.