I float on water, body half soaked on a dry floor. 

An empty mind is truly the devil's home, just like life is a sweet lie and death a hard truth.

I sat empty stomach and was empty-minded to feel what it takes. I didn't know the devil had started its work of showing me the harsh reality of self. 

I have been keeping calm and trying not to provoke what I can be in the devil's world. I always had been this human sort of thing celebrating sweet lies and overshadowing every harsh truth with smiles. 

When you don't sleep, 

when your body is at rest,

but the mind isn't. 

When you are locked in open spaces, 

when your eyes lose focus,

when your hands fail to rise,

when your mouth ceases to spit out words,

when your mind jumps on devil's made realties. 

Don't put too much time on your desk,

it will eat you with things you didn't know existed.

I float on water, body half soaked on a dry floor. 

"You will never be loved enough";

I said to myself, knowing how less I love myself. 

I miss being out, 

out-spoken,

to have nothing of sorts,

but since I started sitting with words in my head rather than conversations,

I realized my lack and others' interest. 

An empty mind is truly the devil's home,

he makes you see things to hollow you to the depth of perdition.

I have been acting,

loved, understood, cared; but, it's hard to go to bed and pretend it's all alright. 

I live happily in distraction, certitude in space kills slowly. 

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