l am ramaging in the chaos of discarded remnants from the Hiroshima left from the battle between my heart and mind.

l feel the creeping hurt emerging
nourishing its growing belly with my dwindling happiness as my mind run incoherently like a tape on rewind.

Maybe I should kill myself to halt the train of thoughts roller-coasting unresisitably enticing yet frightening;
Maybe I should capitulate to the insanity digging reinforced foundations in my mind not the quacky deteriorating ramshackled buildings of love in my heart.

Maybe I need an angel to engulf my pain in its celestial wings of comfort.

My heart feeds on crumbs of promising love just to satisfy hope for a slice tomorrow.
Woking up to wishful thoughts of a king's buffer just to spring feet to a spontaneous musical dance of celebration.

Maybe I am a hopeless believer in miracles of delusional faith;

Maybe Iife has a twisted paradoxical revelation revealing reality of existence in dreams;

And reality a prolonged nightmare of dreams with death as a waking up point.

like a cigarette smoker,l am addicted to every puff of you that calms the tides in my mind.
And yet my demise is hastened closer and closer to the final page of life in this book.

My heart feels love for a girl that makes my mind incomprehensible to rational categorizing of plausible reason for fear its just lustful ambition.

Maybe the mystery connection is merely a wall of mirrors reflecting identical similarities or just an illusion luring my mind with imaginations of ephemeral pleasure.

Maybe it's that tantalizing smile relentlessly on repeat in the depth of my subconscious storage.

My heart is a stempede similar to a horse-racing...