Oh my small eyes why you see blunders and you , my tiny heart! what's your problem? It's my work to think , imagine, create, ask , collect. Why you are bothering about my thoughts. You know what, you compel me to overflow from my cup of coffee, you over draw me from my radius. What do you want to know? The definition of Madness? or What goes inside the disordered mind ? What if I tell you the definition? Will you able to eye on it? I know you will not going to read it in the fear that what if you find that definition fits on you & me.
But let me hint you, we both are there where neither I bring you nor I know how to go back home and even I am not blaming you that you did this. May be that was the only option for you to tick. But please my heart stop thinking, it's not your job. Just leave me, I'm isolated in the traffic of your thoughts. I don't have any idea to get rid of this, we both are stuck in this roads of veins that carries thousands of passengers' overthoughts and each on of that are free to take a tour from you to me & from me to you. Nether I am stopping that nor you.
Oh my heart , We are stranded in this jam, how should I tell you?
Actually, We both are mad!
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