I can’t pretend that I’m not paranoid about how much of this paradise requires me to pretend. I could leave the conflict behind, letting myself lose my inhibitions, like I always promised myself I’d do, when I was old enough to do so. I won’t ever exchange who I’ve been for anyone more convenient, which…

The devil said that my body was easy to inhabit, because I was already riddled and rattling with demons, out of the habit of trying to save myself, my soul, I looked myself in the mirror and declared another war, offering myself the dreams I thought I’d lost. My Mediterranean blood burned through the blue…