What is this body walking on streets with this girl who calls the body her friend
what is this mind that is shamelessly blank when the lecturer talks about literature
what is this heart when love is just a word and all it feels is nothing
what is this brain that keeps calculating and budgeting life in a metropolis
what is this soul that feels at unease always
what is what is what are you
a heaping mess, tangled, torn, worn out.
