The Thing Is My Own Inside

The thing is my own inside.
(Floating in the river of thoughts which go and submerge in real life.)

I am more intangible than my self but I reflect you. Everyday I die and wake up in the morning with 

new life. Am I really making it ? No. I am going through the directions of self unanimously with my 

soul. Well, I can't separate me and my soul. I am the soul and the self is different. I love my soul which is the unconscious power of my life, reflecting the infinity of its self.

Here I've Started Writing

Here I've started writing
I was supposed to write but I didn't make it happen because of my relentlessness.
I know a place where all my innumerable and incomplete thoughts are kept.
The place which I feel it is mine and I forgot.
Everyday I end up by getting up over there.
Now I am here and I can see myself everywhere projecting the inner self.

what can I write by looking at the phrase "Cardio vascular system"
I can feel only the heart beat.
I can feel only the blood flowing inside my veins.
I can feel only the molecules colliding with each other.
I can feel only the new universe in each molecule.
I can feel only the free space and
I can see only my own self sitting writing all this stuff.