the walls are dumb and the bed asleep
mirror reflecting the hush, no cry
I quietly open the balcony door
letting the soft breeze enter the space
and fill the room's calmness with a try.
I seal the empty chair and look around void
the night bulb glowing with insects around
the fan moves with slow pace
without a break I keep watching them
as incessantly the stillness surround.
the floor uncleaned with speckles of dust
cockroach relaxing under the cupboard angle
outside the absence of moon
killing the stars anxious