Wider

Jimmy almost fall in several terms of torments. He can't even notice himself clearly in the mirror, it's blurry, vogue. He can't smell his imagination, can't even breath normally. People dies for depression. People survived. He is different, separated from the entire earth. He doesn't know how it's feel with no feel. He doesn't feel. He can't.

Averting his eyes in outside, leafs are dancing with wind, one piece of paper between his palms, barely looking at it. Smell his pain still smilies and holds the letter before his eyes. Unfolded it and hope so he will tore it off after reading.

Jimmy,

You know how it feels without any feeling left in your imaginary mind. IMAGINARY- it has been special for you to make and give extra torment to your mind. If feel pain, Jimmy. Stop it. I'm not threatening you, I am saying what's worthy for you.