I am the fragments of b r o k e n w o r d s joined by s e n t e n c e s comprised of l e t t e r s. (Read caption) 1. I am the death topic over the dinning table, which you avoid because every single day the death trumpets at your door and you pay extra for it's return. The city of your life has been long dead and the corpses have been marching to ruined gates. 2. I am the TV that missed the family laughter, where all the tired day slept cuddling the sunburns on skin and the night lives on the moon walking terrace, sharing a considerable degree of all the lost years. Where the youth in you unvoices itself and grow old while sitting on that wooden rocking chair.
