Prison of Silence… The torture for my Mind from the Depth that lies beyond the grasp of my consciousness…
“…circles under our eyes
are darker and wider.”
“I did not sleep too much lately.”
“..it is going to be a nice day tomorrow.”
“…it seems like the wind is not that cold
and strong anymore.”
darted disconnected phrases;
tension hidden beneath words,
conversation guarded
from slipping unto
the danger zone.
fear to reveal more
than the flat surface can bear.
…sudden and mutual attraction…
hard hit of a tidal wave
that withdraws back quickly,
leaving two lost souls behind
that was brought together by accident
and left to the mercy of a brutal life.
many more nights would not
offer much sleep
many more days would flow unfriendly.
and wind will blow strong
in this cold indifferent Universe.
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