SHE
She was walking quietly on a LONELY road in the most busy market of the city feeling nothing , no connection to the fleshes roaming around her, relating her self to the stones paved into a road who bears the weight of people stepping on it but is connected to no one, she is made of flesh carved into the stone that can't appreciate the breeze, for her it is just a hindrance from being confined in her own small world,she don't even have any right to set it's boundaries. She is now standing under the same tree which is offering his services to her as an umbrella,a guard for several weeks,the only thing made by lord who she actually thinks to have some life,some courtesy to offer something without any expectation of anything in return. I can see smile on her face,like a ray of light trying to pierce the dark clouds but failing again and again to win the fight of its existence. Every time a car honks her body shivers,constricts her soul,shears her emotions and puts