Self Talk

When I am in a discussion with myself, I end up writing some free words, or poems that make you believe in the illiteracy of meanings and comprehension. It is the cause of my black holes in my brain, and do not panic, they spent years to be opened. The last day of winter marked their birth after years of suffering and pain. From that moment, I was writing all the days with passion, I decided to live in horror. With other writers of gloomy spirit, I found courage. I have never felt that confident before, I suggested for my brain to create a deal to retain the battle between soul and brain, to rise between clouds and obtain the best level, no choice will be replaced. I wrote before lines that show spring image, others portrayed love and romance, and the only happy poem was about writing. I am not sorry to die, to leave them behind. I wrote them with a vulnerable soul; a soul that couldn't handle the colors of the lines. Creating hope was a big lie for it. "How can you accept a lie in the midnight?" I asked brain, and since that time, I hold the pen, and promised that my mind would be landed only in the moon, will bleed in the night. Will forget about the days, to reflect the light of stars, and live life to cherish noble minds only.

Written by - Iman Fede