Silent Observers.

And just why do words add a pinch of yearning into everything?
Fading light & random clouds, winter breeze, naked trees – jotted down the image doesn’t feel complete – you & me – a smoke? You shouldn’t have made me start.
They are discussing the possibility of starting a blog – him & him – him trying to explain exactly what a blog is, him trying to look like he gets it. Neither of them get it. And I for one, don’t feel like interfering, don’t feel like offering opinions & information. It is fun to just observe at times – random people, being smart in their own opinion. I wonder how many times do people hear me speaking and amuse themselves with ideas of just how naïve I am.