Silent Tears

Struggling to keep the voice calm Watching the water flowing from under the door into the room of the 5th Floor, one of them asked: -Do you have a magic pen? -No. Do you? The other man only shaked his head... They tried to avoid looking into each other's eyes Ashamed it will reveal their thoughts of fears But they knew what the other was thinking. In such moments the people seem to go back into a state they may have been many generations before that of people understanding each other without the help of spoken words... They could feel the the same thought piercing through every pore of their skin strongly pinning into the brains of everyone. Heavy silence settled Nobody had a magic pen. Only the sound of deadly water grew they all kept quiet, trying only to push the children and the wheeled chair people Higher.