I thought over this matter, because I am thirty four

This is all me:

Alice in Wonderland. A full white zero on a black base. Façades. Amber. I am like all those gray buildings, I am getting old. Cracks every where. I have no retainers over my face so my nose is getting bigger. My teeth start to walk random. All that I see are lines, written lines in English; sometimes, pictures of people being happy in a places that for me are exotics. Some artificial lights. The dark pink and the dark violet. 

By Miledi Rodríguez, Copyright, 2016.