Dozen of Directions

by Danny   May 20, 2013


My heart shatter, pieces fall in dozens of directions. The mind gets swollen and all that can be recollected is nothing. The throat , windpipes are grasping for air but I am calm.
To me there is nothing to comprehend. There is infinite possibilities, situations but sobbing isn't one. An observer a simple thrill ride, where slowing down or halting to a sop is impossible; that is what makes me calm. Is their questions unanswered? Always will be, but I won't force them out of me. Answers will fall in dozen of directions just as my heart did.

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