Looking for my dictionary... I'll be back when I find it. Maybe in Braille. Dawn is its best moment. The most fluorescent hour of the day. Chameleonically speaking. Texture, sensation, eyes unworthy of being penetrated without precision and attention. Mind blocked to trivial possibilities. Congratulations. You inspired a rock to move. I don't remember being here... But I remember I shouldn't be yet... I always jump the gun when there's no defined starting point. Its color is red, its tone is A, its smell is citrus, its taste bittersweet... its texture velvety... synesthetic. I discovered the sound of silence....