We are leaving on holiday and Quasimodo has
taken over, my hunchback is the result of over-
eating, the mirror reveals swollen eyes and face
I ate party food the past weekend – but why do I
have to resemble a codfish or halibut?
And I feel so frustrated - what on earth is wrong in
my subconscious because in reality everything’s
fine - I made my peace with being unbalanced - I
used to think– but now I’m not so sure, why should
Quasimodo take over at a time like this?
He looks terrible in my clothes and I feel terrible with
his mind, all messed-up and lost, wish I could regain
my own mind - lost at sea and I’ve lost the frequency
to make contact with it…
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