I live in a town of no opinions.

At the same time Afraid to tell people about my living Experiences there.

So I prefer a deaf explanations.

The act of crossing the first Avenue to the left , reaching the street light which killed the dark empty road , up to tempo sights of crafty rainbow.

I pass at the same road , waving at the musketeers who filter their legs with tiger denims.

My Anxiety house welcomes my heart beat, it gives me a quick sound of gathering the future's imaginations.

But my sweat cried to let go of the lonely town. Waking up as others , with Innocent morning eyes to suck the breast of a day , yet I see myself reduced to a lowest formula at the skimpy road.

I slept on a tree couch which balanced my back bones to embrace the hollow paralyze thoughts. It's an unknown penetration that dumbs my body while my breath runs and wins.

I tried leaving but my thoughts are late and a brown memory . I'm living as usual, Believe to Relocate At Free mind town.


© C.h.i.n.n.y