He said: “You are not processing yourself, your emotions, or your thoughts.”
My friend added: “You sweep everything under the carpet. Process yourself. It is time to see yourself, not the others. Care for yourself, and everything will be okay.”
I looked inside my mind,
Too much smoke.
The carpet caught fire inside.
Too late, old friend.
I swept a flame under the carpet of thoughts.
How did not you notice the smoke,
As my burning words touched the paper?