The silence, i fear, brings me closer to my thoughts, forcing my deaf hands to hear the pain of words. I hold my breath sometimes, wondering if i could just stop breathing by shear will, hoping i can fall into the obyss of nothing. but i for some reason, continue to feel. just as you think you can cry no more and walk no further, you have buckets of tears and an urg to fall tword the next mistake.
Her absence binds my hands together, they flop like fish, attempting to alert the people around me of the things i will them to do, the pain they cause to myself, and in doing so, the ones around me.
Yet i hold my lips together and tremble at the red tears cascading to the floor, feeling every inch of solitude, wondering where things went wrong.
We used to lie in bed together, holding each other so very close. i could only smile when i saw her face in the morning. Those beautiful lips from which only silly words came, but everyone i held on to, hoping it would never be the last.
But all things came and went, as things often do, and her mind was poisened by her mother, and i by my friends. We cast away out smiles with only a nodd from those around us.
How stupid could we be!? Tearing our souls apart when we both knew better!
So now i will sit. i will wait with upmost patience for her to come back to me so we can once again lay in peace, and know there is nothing outside the door for us.