Chapter 67 - Why am i like that...
And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company nowadays.
William Shakespeare
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Act III, Scene i
Days goes by rhythmically with highs and lows
Crashing into the low notes into my waves of emotions
Pounding upon the high notes by a flip of a coin
Pieces of notes fit into the crater of the void
Playing the music seems soft and subtle
Yet pain seems excruciating everytime it is played
Pain like bees stinging in my heart but it can't be bees
Hornets i reckon since bees die after a sting
Walking that long empty path with little oxygen to my mind by gas gas gas
Stalling my thoughts and emotions in the beta-phase
Running with restricted breath seems happy and intoxicating
I lost my heart and i cannot find it back.
I feel heartless and cold