Paradox

There is so much vividness in my mind and yet so much confusion .
The animations that are racing in my mind just can’t find their way out.

All the emotions which are absorbed in my hormones are unable to express themselves.

All the love which is stored in my heart will burst out at once.
And all the sins which are paralyzed in my soul will be released at once.

There is so much infinity in me trapped inside my humanly body.
Blood flows through my body but never heals my soul.
In this world,which is full of uncertainty,where every path gives an ugly turn,whenever
I feel the nightmare approaching I will wake up again and again

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