“Why can´t you go find yourself, and make me want to know you?”
People sometimes get separated… separated from themselves.
And when separated, they start to wither… like a flower in autum.
They start to feel separated, lonely and unstable.. unbalanced.
They start to do things they normally wont do…
They start to get angry because they dont feel well.
And getting angry makes them hate themselves.
And the whole thing makes them feel even more ill and uncomrfortable,
Until they just wont agree with life anymore.
At that time they’re problably ill, and have some time to think.
The fever will do the rest. Clean their minds…
And when they wake up, they see things clearer…
But what if they dont get ill, what if theres no fever to cure them?
How long can one be separated from his usual way of being?
Does he end up, hating his life, wife and children because he didnt do the right thing at the right time?
