Against All Odds

Not the slightest sign.

I wonder why.

Silence and oblivion.

What's my terrible sin?

Not to feel a part of it all is unbearable.

Feeling a part of it all is even worse.

What do I have to improve?

How can I?

I must be really wrong

if I can't reach someone.

This whole mess is even worse

if I can't reach someone.

No fancy talking.

Just my living heart.

Just some laughter

and some tears.

I'm here so far.

I remain here against all odds.

 

Me.

 

^Å^