like in a monologue , I am to you a stranger not in a mood to offer you tons of delights , or drop by drop, from forest's air , to supply oxygen in your blood , brought by fall's lungs and uncontaminated moans of longings  that may incite your nonsense verbalizing words, like seagulls fly toward the vault of heavens into a mission only, that really, I don't know I'm not, because I am to you a stranger kind