dumping down

Drafting came to the end

The end nears

The heart fears

A thirst mind to remain in hunger

Am dumb

to myself, 

Which tries to drag me to the black hole

The black hole to loop on

Not to move forward

Let's keep on

Without  loosing the grip

The last one

What if it ends?

What if the grip is nothing to change?

A trash?

of higher value?

I am...