My feet brought me to the rooftop where 1.2 meter steel bars prevented my release. The acidity coating my tongue continued sizzling. Strangely enough, it tasted better than the bland hospital food and oranges that my body digested without consent. There were always oranges somewhere, too big and unpeeled. I always insisted on peeling them myself in the evening. Don't know why.

Stray nothings churned in my mind like the scent of disinfectant carried on fleeting winds. you can't be HIM.