moemedi lynx magoro
I heard a fallen heart break behind the silence.
Its sound hit harder than a concert speakers frequency interference.
To the owner it sounded like a pin drop in a crowd of people blowing vuvuzelas, it basically went unnoticed.
I saw it while the host was having fun as I observed his body language and I focused.
It since fell into my mathematical equation that love was a matrix of reconfigured numbers that had no attempt of guarantee to a answer between two points.