There's an old woman inside me. So, so scared of the world. So afraid of truely living. She's a prisioner of Fait. She's trapped inside herself by ancient superstitions. She sees the world but does not seize it. So many barriers around her twisting her view of reality. She has never achieved anything, all her dreams were left unattended.

I feel like an old woman who's eyes still glisten with youth. I feel her crawled up deep within me and she has taught me nothing but despair.

Carol