I dwell on the past, and I was like fenced in a cage with no opening. My brain would ask, Do you remember when you saw that dead body? I still, remember those eyes staring straight with partially closed eyelids partially closed and maggots crawling everywhere; the odor twisted my stomach as I vomited. The image, will flows into my blood I had to decrease the oxygen that flows in my brain. I wanted my brain to shut up. I want to use the scissors to crave out my past. Then another
bad odor or any trigger and my brain would streamed in reverse, I couldn’t seem to move forward.