I felt a presence. Probably yours. It was more like my own dead silence taking the shape from a puff of Insignificant yet cancer causing smoke. In the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, random swivel of fingers was forced to tap on the keys of keyboard, just to pour out something, that can nullify this random surge of unfathomable emotions blended with unknown fear and angst ridden thought that may lead you back to me and the path I'm on then you would know that I wrote this for you and only you. I kept lightning cigarette and tiny spec of dust thought of yours kept me indulged and engaged and I was determined to write Something for you, which I don't even know I can do. My atom would have been arranged anywhere on this Celestial Planet but somehow it was attracted towards yours. It entered the atmosphere and experienced a prelude tantalizing from your eye, clogging the arteries, stopping the flow of blood and filling it with just you and only your thought...