I feel like translucent, transparent, invisible. Do not even a look reaches me, after a certain time of day.

Why the condition of seeking decides to live in me at such times? When no one will find me.

Because there is no pain that support the routine, I'm used to.

What's the damn Musa wanted to collect as many words gathered around empty? 

Hey you! 

Among all these possibilities which will be more than a sigh?

There is no dialogue, but the compulsion to give any meaning to the silence.