I just sent a hello To the men who were talking I believed in a shadow Who kept awake while the other were sleeping We were the passengers Of an opened box car Couldn’t see ahead The view was blocked by the thick glass Then someone painted the sky into red Some pictures of us Full of dust Back Talked to another passengers...
This writing departs from the thought "The more people in the world, the more we feel lonely." Not just a paradox, but it seems time plays its role very well. Always. As it goes on, the intensity of someone in contact with others becomes less and less. Furthermore, he will unconsciously leads us sweetly to a point where the next thought is waiting,...
