Carelessly i left my night
and slipped into a blind sound
of voiceless speaker.

I mostly wonder how life from one conversation leads to another. How from one moment to another we change as a person, from one memory to another we create a new shadow of who we can be and who we were. The thought is very charming but with a cost attached to it. Watching many people knowing how the head and heart works, I see the rational and delusion side of each part. Sitting on a bench on an evening among the crowd wondering what the personality speaks and what their ideas would be. In strange event of passing moment I met I saw and what I felt, I pour it own in a form of conversation we had.

On a lost chair in middle of the park she sat always, I saw her now and…