it seems endless.... this is not a story this is only a mind who speaks everytime, whenever it wants sometimes I can't catch the train inside my head it keeps moving so fast I can't even make it stop than the thoughts flows to my mouth as it come out to be a puzzle I cannot solve it is chaosness inside my head inside my brain inside my soul inside my solitary room I have a room of my own a space which only mind able to conceive a space inside my heart beating slower than my mind can count every tempo of my life life is a memory too much memory in just one mind another chaos comes, but never goes it stays they never understand I thought one could but leave me in an unknown emptiness without explanation leave me I've never felt so alone alone in a running mind it used to be fixed with only words but now, it back to a normal chaos hey, its just another chaos everybody has it in their own house of mind yes it is just another play for ...
life is about to dream and make it real