it spins . it hurts. it feels empty. it feels full.
I can’t stand it. I want more. I want space. I don’t want anything at all.
I want something but I don’t. wanna scream with quiet words.
wanna run with stiffy legs. wanna hold with empty hands. wanna drink the broken glass, wanna eat the rotten mass.
wanna crawl and wanna swim but escape this mystery .
– this terrible headache . this awful heartache – it spins ! it hurts ! it feels empty…
not a poem, n’or art. it’s just pain I feel inside. it’s just the feeling that I lost .just me, failing to express – me.