When suffering becomes such a natural symptom, your tears are not salty anymore, and your eyes no longer give a burning sensation. ⋯ Your best laughing transforms itself into the most discreet, almost invisible smile. ⋯ Your thoughts comport at will, tactfully. ⋯ People recognize you no more. ⋯ And most commonly, the isolation takes over your life's control. ⋯ It seems you only exist, with nobody feeling your existence. ⋯ From time to time, (very, very rarely), you might provoke inside someone a grimace of distaste, something felt like a cold numbness. ⋯ And maybe, because you look through memories so often, you're causing yourself the sensation as if those past events happened yesterday… (basically, you live as if you're in the age time of your twenties…‽ thirties…‽ forties…‽). ⋯ With all that, you're in all your mental faculties. You're watching for some who prefer to change your statute, even if you tell them that's nothing for them to worry about. ⋯ The me