You called my name, I pretended not to hear. All I could hear was you calling my name, I couldn't hear the rest of what you said, though I know you said something I couldn't listen. I'm thinking of a time when I simply don't even hear my name. Why would you keep talking?
If you don't mind, may I light my cigarette with the same match that you've lit yours with?
So, what color is the music sheet that I should play next? Why do you look surprised? Can't you see the green, red and blue lights that those papers reflect? Look, I don't understand you, I think you are talking in a language I haven't heard before. Do you really look so dull? Or this is me who can't find the place of your eyes on your face?
Poor fellow! You must have cried on your own knees today, because I can't find the shine of your eyes.
I have tones of friends like you. But all of them are calm. We have many things in common. They do the same thing like me and keep quite. You're the one who does nothing but puts meaningless words together and spits them out. You saw the friend who came to visit me last night? He was just an old boy like you. He gave me these music sheets and left. We used to be good friends, as far as he knew he should have never interrupted me, and should have always rejected to stay for a tea. But now I find him bothering since he's started bringing me the piano sheets. Although I play the notes in order, but I never get why would I do so; They sound like you, they want to say something, but they just jingle.
Now if you excuse me, I'm going to eat breakfast alone, reading the world's News.
It's been almost 7 hours that no explosions have been reported. Isn't that wierd?
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