Silencio

chiseled by the mood, my tongue stand stood no words are made; silence moved to invade time passed by but the clock seemed to die hovering this duration killing my population motionless, with a crippling posture ''..still alive.'' for that Im sure. only my murmuring brain is active anatomy tells, it works as passive as the lake rest waveless a stone was thrown aimless the latter woke the creature within- sending a familiar feeling slowly the tide came in life begun with a sudden whim; a comrade had been visible; and eagerness start with the usual babble.