MM (4th November 1993 / Lahore, Pakistan)

Vacuum Holes

My mind is a conscious nightmare
I am awake
But cannot stop thinking
My heart is an electric shovel
It keeps digging
But cannot stop feeling.

My mind aches
My heart’s blood lakes
I am clogged.

I am massaged with pain
The pain pokes holes
I feel like a sift in space.

As my mind grew
As my heart flew
I see more
I feel more
But realise nothing.

The size of my eyes do not change
It’s how much I squint
It’s how much I widen
I want to realise.

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