I’m in a box.
Mahnoor Shahbaz
It’s hard to assemble my thoughts.
I’m very incapable of enduring my own heart.
I’m continually attempting to communicate something, to explain something inexplicable.
I’m trying to tell about something
I only feel in my bones and which can be experienced in those bones.
I see something inhuman.
It is gone now.
There is a string in my heart that is getting tighter and tighter.
It’s wild and heavy.
I’m shuddering because it’s cold.
Numerous years have passed. My sanity just left.
My Wild Musings
