This woman appeared in my private space the brain creates. Grey hairs have taken place though she doesn’t look that old. Maybe she has many things to think about, that is. Maybe when she thinks hard about something, one grey hair comes out.
She stood there, with the sound of bombs everywhere, she walked and talked with the President, of a country i have no idea about, then she rushed to a hospital, giving some dead presidents for the children she didn’t know. Her eyes didn’t reflect any light.
She gazed at the sky, it was dusk. And then night fell, she whispered to the cold wind:
"I’m busy changing the world just to divert my attention. I’m busy changing the world, just so there’s no gap in the room of my brain to be filled with thoughts of you.
But it’s been years and here i am still wondering where you might be and what’s the possible thing you might be doing, and are you thinking about me or not.
I just can’t help it.
And no matter how hard i try, i can’t change the world.
It just goes the same way.” as if the wind would give a damn and send the message to the man.
I could see her eyes, as if she was looking at me. It just feel weird, she was in my thought then how come our eyes could meet?
Suddenly her image crashed, torn into pieces, as if she was in something like a glass.