"Very few of us are what we seem."
He wakes up somewhere. He looks around. What is that place? Where is it? What brought him there?
He wonders - and he wonders for way too long.
He tries to face it, he tries to run away, but as if on a treadmill, he stays in one place.
But he doesn't go back. And he doesn't move forward. He paces back and forth, untamed.
All he does is wait; and wait until, he notices his sleeves are stained.
"If you want to teach me, then teach me how to be deaf to my thoughts."
