Surrounded by silence, solitude is seen briefly numb by the presence of a form designed by the play of light on the wall makes me grimace sareasmo joker and she sketches a laugh stabilisle a dialogue between her and I.
you say Would you feel the slave of your thoughts?
I reply: My thoughts went away as network silence that imprisoned and are now free of weariness and defeat
With the steps of the shadows tutid it vanishes and I get a pretend peace.
