My human capacity for words utterly failed

I sat in solitude at the bench outside. The cold wind in a summer is flirtatiously taking me to a moment in the theater of my life, intermittently whirling through me as i ponder on the small pieces of my daily puzzle. I sat under the dark canvass, illuminated by the scatter of glowing stars, and the pulsations of my imagination were immediately triggered.

Time stood still. Not a word spoken.

My human capacity for words had utterly failed.