Desert. You can't find a single ray of hope around . You feel so thirsty that you are ready to drink a glass of dirty water. You are responsible for everything that happens here. Sometimes it gives so happiness that you will find a number of oasis around but at other times you can find nothing. You cannot hold on with your thirst any longer. You walk. You walk so desperately that even the whirling wind may feel like a little hope to you. And you have learned to enjoy that feeling of the approaching death.You even curse the moment you were born. To be dead in this deadly desert without a single drop of water to quench your thirst. To die in solitude without seeing your dear ones, without accomplishing what you have come for.And this deadly desert ,Heart.
I see General Madness cracking open, He oozes out as a pulp from a laceration, He flows down the streets to places and people unknown. He would crawl up new landings and conquers them like he did to mine years ago. Some years back, he invaded my city of Head, Which was on the verge of destruction by the civil war, Between the groups of experiences and sorrows. When General Madness came, the two creepy groups united, made him their leader. For years I carried a nuclear explosion in my head. He was indifferent to the curves of my cursive letters, And produced scribbles of a toddler, sending out misinformation. He conducted minor explosions, assuring the solidarity of other inmates of my Land. But most times, Capt. Heart from the left quarters was a rebel, He filed verbal and written complaints in vain. He persuaded the Lady Mouth to utter things unknown and uncouth. She seemed an elegant lady outside, with a smile, she was confident of, Her son was Sir Gland who r...

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