What I wanted to say, but didn't; what I kept chewing, what burned inside while I tried to digest; I thought I was able to dissolve it, but I wasn't. Some things don't leave us, they just don't go away. They stay right there pretending to be gone and every once in a while reappear when we least expect them, to remind us of their uncomfortable presence. Snow balls growing out of proportion, threatening to destroy whatever gets in their way. Wild fires consuming my belly. Earthquakes shaking my chest. Invisible volcanic eruptions burring forever ancient worlds and creations. Thunderstorm and heavy rain obstructing roads and interrupting communications. Ecological disasters in small scale. It scares me to think in what they will become in time if I don't get to neutralize them effectively. Emergency call to an emotionalpsychophysical congress; urgent need of an immediate agreement between organs, thoughts and feelings, to ensure the survival of endangered healthy cells in this vast universe that I have inside.