A thumping, incessant a beat, almost like fucking a mechanical act, disjoint, everything is switching off, first out of the door goes anger, arms waving dancing before a funeral pyre of love, passing of Time, that is never arriving and never taking off. I only hear the beat in my head, in my head.

In a trance where I am beyond pain, where I can smash my hand into the wall and watch my blood adding some color to these white walls, all the pain inside is not moving to outside. It has congealed into glasses that seem to have shattered without falling, a thousand pieces each wanting one love that might fall and still not shatter!