I sit on a corner of the street. I am armed with strong, black coffee
and no sugar, pondering the satisfactions and disappointments this life
gently holds in hand. I sit amongst people reading newspapers - their
faces portray every thought of disgust at their own silly little
framework.
I sit on this corner of the street listening to the future's
mechanics. All the artificial sounds are fighting for a place in their existence.
My ears try to discover the secrets within.
Can true sound live in this chaotic verse? Only in the absence of
noise can true sound really exist. Each day is a new start to my search,
the journey to inner silence - the true yearn of my soul.
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