Today I found the perfect bench to navigate in the silence, to peacefully hear all its voices and maybe writing one of my creepy stories.

Voice of distant sirens, planes flying, birds singing, voices of calm.
I am just waiting for the early night...it is just 5:00 pm and it is getting dark. I cannot see my old friend, the sun, he is hiding around.
Somehow he managed to leave me here in the cold with the lights of Manhattan skyline.
What the buildings have to say tonight? I still do not know, I am here just to discover it what is inside of them. I am just focusing on...