Iâ??ve spent thirty years of my life wishing things to be other than they are. Like the blind faith of our parents, we honor deadlines like habits. I can change by discarding appearance and keeping only one card. The he and she of me will win it, cause theyâ??re the only one who gets it. I want to change skin, tear the old one from me. Leaving my body to the imaginary. With new positions I can make contact with this image. A new truth and a new mindset, and the ability to change it. The lie of this reality is only getting older. So create a more real order. I believe I deserve better.