I began to detest all those means connecting me to the outside world, the deceitful, deadly world. They ripped me away from my own self and my spontaneous days like a newborn pulled from its mother's womb. When my eyes decide to weep, I find myself forced into laughter, draining my spontaneity, my nature, and my beauty. How can I hold myself together while these virtual people try to trap me? How do I control myself and ignore the unpleasant days? Today, I found myself deep in my own shell, engaged in my rituals. I lost track of time, wandering among them in a struggle with myself, battling imitation and deceit. The freedom I claimed and my desire to create a new, free spirit fell away from me. Everything passed me by, leaving me only with my phone's buttons and a snapshot button. A picture was taken... Was it with a beautiful lens? Unlike the lens of an eye filled with weariness... Who feels it? They only see me through the joyful colors of my room, the blue of my lighting, and the relaxed beauty on my coffee mug. Publishing house: Dar Tashkeel for Publishing and Distribution Number of Pages: 96 Year of publication: 2017