Being a mind full of thoughts and noises and voices and lots, I will tell you why I prefer monologues, knowing the today's necessity of dialogues, For this time, I won’t blame my sensitive bones, But I'd say that I prefer to dive deep into tones, Of the surrounding body and the held dope mind, which has a magnetic persona to actually bind, me and my thoughts with such a huge force, An unforgettable attachment and a feary enforce, where this present is hindered and tricked, By this lively illusionist all my mind be gripped, Also, deep down in the frontal lobe it knocks, The time of unwelcomed fear clocks, It be judgement or of misery or of attachment, Leaving a deep dark stain on the fragment, Yes sure, I'd like to open up and explain my anxious side, But perhaps the other body won’t get it right, So, I stop this energy and a need to explain, and shut myself imitating a smile on my pain, Concerning about it less and more to heal, cause I know at the end no matter how I fee...