shoutttttttt

distant from where close is,
close to where distant was,
I look for the morning
as the evening goes
walking and wondering about.
why does this silence
makes me feel like shoutttttttt?
why do I feel this sad
when I don't feel pain
for what has been said?
I miss the colour of your eyes
and your tainted blue hair
but if these weren't only lies,
like illusions that fall beneath,
I would still see you inside as
the strings that tie me to life.