Vulnerability

stammering storms of clouds, screaming nights of silence chaos of dancing traumatic hurricanes and some times, even the cruel simper of Monalisa plugs invisible power. stealthily, silently it makes me look all directions being hyper-kinetic freaking up respiration causing the stream of inevitable consciousness to flow into depths of ceased pen tip filling the reflection of image on mirror with impunity of lost dream. Being tired, breathing like asthma patient I vomit the ink like pregnant hemorrhage of endless rage onto the vulnerable whiteness of paper. My heart beat produces a frail tangible melody tantalizing my existence... that amuse me and make me feel like flying in lands of Hybrid-humans.