Heart's Throb

It breaths itself out and breaths itself in just to get rid of the self in every attempt by every turn. Like tongue,like teeth,like nose like eye,like ear,like skin it's an instrument to nullify the problem that's only one. Like hunger,like thirst like length,like breadth like curvature,like depth like exhaustion and inertia -the agony is the same! How can you escape yourself man? You can scatter yourself batter yourself smear yourself,tear yourself, throw or flow or jump or dance. But how can tackle your vastness/micro mass/ muteness/eloquence, but can anything make you none till you live on? You have to make yourself out and make yourself in. Don't pretend dying I know you'll get up soon. If you are fleeing from here, you'll have to be there and thus,the whole thing is that this acutest pain is nothing but your own heart's throb!