The silhouette of one
I see light at the end of this tunnel.
I see a series of blurs and dancing visions before my eyes.
I see black just the way I see ivory in my head.
I see a lot of things everyday of every second. I never stopped seeing, I am an observer and that’s my job.
The city is busy, there are people everywhere – too crowded, too crowded. But I am an observer and I see you, your silhouette, you.
Nothing else seems to matter anymore because we have seen each other.