Everything around me seems moving faster, and faster.
The only way to cope up, is to stay still.
|Spots on a dog's belly|
|A dusty Piano|
|A shadow's stare.|
|Goldfishes remind me of my dad.|
I found a place where I found solitude,
where time passes by so slowly,
where food is simple and healthy,
where riding a bike is the only means of transportation,
where music comes from nothing but a rusty piano, and an old guitar.
The rain poured heavily.
It's time to go back.