Picture this:
A path with red soil,
Grey hills at the horizon,
Green fields by the sides,
Hazel sky,
A solitary tree.

What my eyes saw:
The time.

The stimulus in my ears:
Noises of silences.

The feelings on my skin:
Warm, cold, warm then again cold.

I couldn't walk or sit.

I belonged to that picture.

I in it completed the love.

I called it the universe.

I could do so much here now.