With a book open,but which page,I cannot even remember,
I can sit for hours,lost,dazed,doing my work quitely..
You won't even hear the ticking of clock from my side,
Not even my breath would miss a beat..
Or if you wish,I can just fall asleep,in the dreams,
Without even a word..
The safe silence,it is all too familiar..
So familiar,that even without any recollection,I could still survive..
The wordless journey..
Where I forgot I had something called voice at times..
