Sitted silently on my computer chair.
I could hear the faint whisper of the insects outside,
The wind of the fanblades spinning,
The clear, fast typing of the keyboard-
In the stillness.
The light uncovers every darkness of the room
It brings out every corner that was once hidden.
I leaned back.
Relaxed.
I closed my eyes,
Enjoying the cool, soft breeze on my skin,
As gentle as it is.
Yes, time is running away,
Like an ice melting in my hand.
Now I asked myself, "What am I doing?"
Like a little boat in the vast ocean,
Without a sense of direction.
Here I am blogging
Without a particular reason.
Well I better get back to work.
Tata for now.