My heart is flipping. a mazed like a bird flying for the first time

no news comes to amaze this heart, the heart is always bored

the changes come like a huge anxiety or complete misery on the way, misery starts coming and never arrives so it can leave after

new nothingness happening

every thing seems small and empty

so is this heart

so is my writing

it is a small area just to set a place

and endless time because the stupid writer forgot to set the time!

any novelty can rescue this heart

no way a tragedy can actually happen

it is all a small surroundings of what? or even who cares!

anther volcano explode but nothing can be moved in this dead nothing

what a terrible plan of life

no one to execute it

I am not here for my plan

and the plans keep showing on my doors

I go blind

but anyway I see just the same, there is no shame in the island of bad minds