I know how selfish it may sound, however I just wish that the world could stop while I'm bleeding. I know how blind it is – peddling. Although it’s what I wish when I close my eyes and try to hear my own heartbeat but whenever I try it, I only hear the mess inside my head and that’s how I keep getting lost, again and again. Blurred. Mismatched.
I can’t truth my silence because it isn’t soundless, it’s voiced in ludic voices, lost, jumbled and mutilated. Solid, firm and flowing, abstracts.