colourless thoughts

     Stilborn silence-the stars are dead so as the dreams that lit their magic.We're on the same road but waving from opposite directions, hardly seeing each other in the distance. There is an abbyss between us now and you seem to wonder when did that little hole that we delayed to mend grow so big. I don't know either but the road will be smoother from here on.We'll carry the thorns inside until we'll loose sight of each other...forever. And we will realize while waking up from new and consuming reveries that there was no real silence; just too many mute words and serpents for advisers.