A Mind

Sitting on the corner of an empty room, There are no furniture nobody around, Listening closely to my heart beats, They say they speak to us sometimes. Holding my breath few times, Hoping to experience an extreme silence, The moment i decide to breath in, A new fresh air cured my mind. Closing my bright eyes its darkness, I believe that's the image of a mind, Can we enlighten it or put some paintings, It looks different and too complex to read. Does this mean am self-conscious, Since I can know the opposite of things, Is this the zone of confusion point, Why do I adore doing the unexpected?!. Soulgitahsounds