"And the girl is saying ~

My mind feels not. I cry.
Nor, but air, seizes my words,
Silently, If, my felt ones,

Know mine, crying,
Said of mine, my wound,
Your breach.

She knows every year
That my screw unscrews.
Still, a surplus, all living,
Of my life, those years,

Stared to nothingness,
Swallowed, years nobody
Knew. My center,
Nothingness."
~ Twittering