Have you felt strange things as these?

like your heart is really ripping apart
and though the threads of hope try to
suture the cuts, blood does not stop from
flowing out and each quarter of your
crumbled heart turns into blue
butterflies fluttering in the inhaled air
behind your ribs ?
.
like your lips are no longer
a part of your voluntary actions
and move uncontrollably , drooling
your doubts about life as whole?
.
like a poetry you are reading is
unsettling you and...