The zebra crossing filled with walking suits brings back memories of infantile dreams. She embraces herself for the emotional punch that has been lurking in the early hours of may. Panic,gas,aggression all mixed in a kaleidoscopical gush of noise. Where are the sings she asks quitly-traffic light turns red-the suits are still running towards her. That longing so hard to accept the body shuts off -zombie her last resort. Wants to fake,laugh and wear make up-cover up everything .wants you-but the mind is off-doesnt want to comprehend. such a lonely world.