unspoken
in this silence
i think of you
i imagine of what could have been
but thoughts were never loud in nature
in this silence
i dream of you
i live in the vivid life of my own 'reality'
but dreams. are they a reflection of reality?
or something else...
in this silence
i kept quiet
in this solitude
i felt the biting freeze
in these solitary moments
i'm confined to my thoughts
without a compass
the reflections i see
are but just blurs
principles betrayed
emotions suppressed
sensitivity in disarray
and i'm causing hurt without a conscious mind
i'm shouting loud in mind
but i guess, it's good to leave it that way
keeping much words unspoken...
