Clearly the words may represent obviated feelings of forgotten mists. As I was about to think, I was just about to say, and as I do, I reveal me. Because I can’t prevent myself of being, my nature to contain in the experiments laboratory formol bottles. What a big impedance, obstructing object that has exactly my same shape, my same electrical and chemical compound. Barring cataclysms, I think I should open my mouth to manifest. No other living souls in the environs that I may want to strengthen bonds with. I am waiting for a miracle, looking wrists to see if the blood still runs somewhere. So many thoughts are flowing through my mind that I'm at a loss for words; I have vision of the ideas, a crystal clear representation of life long experience speeches and beyond… my mouth can sometimes betray me, as it anticipates or delays. Escape valve of a container, where stories coexist squashed together, you don’t have any uncertainty of making me stay correct or not. I tamed you through the years, reducing some bad habits; I was never a shrew but quite the opposite, although torrents may provide with huge benefits only as they content, just a little bit, only for the sake of being left alone to compose a restful state. B_Nour
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