I cant speak your name, my throat is choked.
I more i want to look at you the more clouds emerge.
During the day the thoughts are killed by the harsh reality but then it comes back to weave it back in my sleep. After i wake up its been like a hangover which will carry the whole of the day into the night. With every silence i am reaching out more to you but i cant call out your name, i cant speak, i cant shout out at you. I am choked as is my throat, as is my heart, as is my plans.
I am looking at you silently, chocked in my being, waiting for you to turn back and look at me...
Dont walk too fast, its getting distant. With burning eyes, silent being, choked voice, torn body i wait for you..