OA. Sore eyes lang yan.

My eyes are trying to take control of my body.

I have a pair of jealous eyes. They want me to see them and them alone, and they only want to see me and me alone. Now they're driving people away. They want other people to be mad at me for staying near them. They want me not to go to work. They're crying for my attention, wanting me to attend to every need of theirs. Their allies are engulfing every matter that try to rape them both.

Now one by one my body parts are disintegrating.

Having eyes that are so spoiled, they're beginning to rot.

I'm beginning to rot.

Nightmares. Can't go back to sleep. Scared.

Lots of dogs, wanting and waiting to rip my body; several street kids who look like Japanese dolls, asking for things inside my pocket - as if they know everything in there; several old trees that resemble those from Alice in Wonderland; and some white "gas" that looks like some twisted wire, like those that bind your spring notebooks, ready to take over my body.