sound is silence when nothing is shared and nothing is said it hangs in the air like someone is dead
The worst feeling is emptiness when nothing you do can fill the lacuna you're swimming in oil like a can of tuna
The worst disease is poverty when man has not himself to share he runs from life fast as a hare taking only himself with him leaving a trail of dust in the wind
the breeze was too cold and the sun was too warm she was a wave of apologize like a mistake in need of correction forced to guess every gaze like a guessing game the sense is growing like a weight she couldn't carry unbearable to bear too strong to avoid she couldn't breathe she did not dare