nothing to say
sitting alone on the bench in the tranquil forest embraced in grey.
i see myself from behind the scene,
what is that suppose to mean.
why'd there be a bench in the forest
why'd there be a man in the forest too,
that man i don't know who he is, yet i know he is me.
what's is he looking.
is he not concerned by the time passing away while sitting there.
is he anticipating.
is anyone invisible in entity sitting beside him - a bench's for two.
or is he really alone.
or is this picture just a self pity.