Layers Of Fear (№ 316028)

November.
I guess I should be happy. Why is it wrong? I have a beautiful daughter. I think it is. I know what it is. Why I can't look at it without a shudder? I used to have a loving husband, wonderful, gentle. And now I see only a stranger that does not care about anything but his paintings. You may think them makes sense... It's so stupid. Before me at least the music helped. Now - no.