What if one day,I see a mirror, there's no reflection of mine. The emptiness's stroking my eyes, is it lying? I look upon myself, no hands, no face, no skin, no colors, nothing but the blank. The buzzing of the bee frightens my day. Zzzzz.... zzzzz.... Again, I closed my ear tightly. Zzzzzz.... zzzz.... But I still could hear it. where are you?? Bee?? Gnat?? Something buzzing... I find nothing.. Zzzzz... zzzz... O I know it, the Zzzzzz comes from my mind, the Zzzzz it's you. the one I couldn't describe but Zzzzzz. It's raining again. The coldness freeze me like a stone in the edge of the harbor. Now I'm a stone. I know I'm orange but sometimes I can be yellow, green or purple. I know my nectar could invite you and this might be you who flew upon me, the dancing butterfly, harmonizing the gray smoked world with the combination of our colors.