I am having the most fun conversation with my double language pal, key board, again.
The words of my own language poured out of me ,knowing that very few people would understand it.
So i happily typed my sentence , that happen to have meaning of my dreamy sad side of inspiration,
and next i know i was bursting in laughter . The translation i got was literary the most silliest nonsense of a day.
My poem turned into bunch of hard truth reflection in trying to have order ,or reason of words.
In the end ,i wrote about delicious cookie i had with my first coffee.
We do not need a reason, just a pure inspiration as simple as this silly game with my pal, key board.