Writing

He trapping me with a cup of coffee, on a silly day. Both of our mind fly away. Sometimes it meet on an imagination traffic. He was disguised about tomorrow, just like me and another man. Doubt, scare, hopless and useless. On the table, flies arround and arround. Just like our mind. We talk about writing, 'coz our minds to brilliant producing idea. Great idea. Even we must write about flies.