'what u wearing..?'

Deep in words the mind be channelled.
No thought other than the topic written.
The world a place beyond the realm of here...the fingers typing to capture an idea, a concept running...rushing
It knowing what it be, the fingers hoping to capture the tone the message.
And thus on a seat . Oblivious to time and the reality of this world.
Oblivious to dress code.
So when the mobile invasive bleeped.
The silence broken, the concentration shattered for it needed to be answered...work...

...and the question be...

'what u doing?'

'writing'

'what u wearing?'

'very little'

'serious?'

'duh...'

RB.