Silent Roads have become my only friend. the salty tears, my only source of water, my hungry soul feeds on my hearts sorrow. i am starving, thirsting, dying. Does anyone notice or see the plain being i have become? the corpse that lives among the many in this world. The only noise has become silence. The only other thing i long to hear are the three words that hang on your tongue, never to leave the warmth of their cave. The smiles that tug at apples of my cheeks are not strong enough to find the real happiness inside. This shell of a person i once knew. A covering for the feelings i cannot share. A piece of my life never to be known. Looking at this corpse you would think of none other feeling but happiness. The one feeling i have yet to meet and know.
