and yet the zephyr kissed my cheeks....

there was so much i had seen that day.the small boy had thrown a word out of the world at me.i saw him.i saw.
at this dusk hour,i stand beside my window and stare at the high flying aves and low flying neon lights.
the people saying so much yet no one's hearing more than a word.the crazy....no lemme just say the world.there is so little time left to live and the angels say live as you can.
she was a girl.never did she stop smiling,every little word of her falls like an essential drop.
and then there was the boy.never stopped talking about how he made the made the sparrows fly away in their courtyard.
anymore to talk,all other humans needn't be talked about.they never say something that we can interpret in a common way.