Looking at the curling heat.
Just watch.
Bite by bite.
Just sipping.
Not thinking.
Tea smells delicious.
From thick to light.
The smell of alcohol is between the lips and teeth.
Is time like tea?
It has gone up.
It is too thick. Pale. It is so boring.
I pay close attention when the rustling wind blows.
Listen to the wind.
The wind blew unintentionally.
The wind has gone without a trace.
The smell in the wind.
It's obsession
Like tea.
Just like time.
Time to take pictures.
Ben was silent.
But, you know.
Brush the tentacles of life.
Time is not indifferent.
Just, nervous.
Who said that?
Time is like water.
Time is like a song.
Is anybody there
Lost time.