I am really wondering whether writing a few lines of poems shielding me from the realities Yet the writing sharpens my insight to the moment a blink of eyes, a flashing-by phrase or a sentence to capture a scene to illustrate some mood that I could not normally remember seconds later if I did not start to write As if I walked out of this world but stares back from outside in at the angle my soul might be drifted out of body in space but soaking in the real time, moment by moment There is not much left now for the void of life when free thoughts run around to cover everywhere mind goes like a breeze traces are left by something else not within the shapeless itself