Post-traumatic stress disorder

I still remember it clearly. There's still resonance. by the sea, a series of very fishy smells I'm in a situation that's never acceptable It's overwhelming. When I put water on my hands, the reverberation hits my head hard in my ears. Throw my body into the divided river of 1. The white handkerchief is soaked in sea water, and I will close my mouth. He draws a cow's drawing line with a brush. I'm touched by the impression that I can never accept. a floating sphere by the sea. Is the sphere a hole in the heart-. crows roaming the sea. Do they chew on fishy things. The beach, the fishy smell. I took on a deeply disgusting part of myself. I feed my countrymen. Happy birthday, my countryman. I'll be back on my legs soon You take my legs.