They ask, sir, what do I mean by quenching? It is to stand on the threshold of waiting with a new meaning that only rational people can comprehend, and to perform rituals for the feelings of lack, and to wait here on the verge of loneliness. The memory calls me to a dialogue that we had, and the thought breathes a life's thesis, after the mind has been filled and overflowing with songs of emptiness... Sir, waiting may sometimes bore me. He often threatens me with losing him, so I calm him down and invite him for a nap, after which he wakes up fully active and gives me a look. Are you still awake?! I pick up a cup of coffee, savor a sip that gives me the strength to survive, and he gently pats my head, and says a prayer for me from the heart of crumbling time, that it may rain soon...