and see who asked you to be what you've become?
it's the demands of silence where unspoken words are misinterpreted. silence never is an answer but the answer dwells still in silence.

is it waiting for the seeker?

like dumb love and deaf heart, blind eyes could cry for what's gone and left behind even when that which has faded wasn't even mine.
memories remains of that night like the time's frozen when we lost control and wrote an erotica.

that night,
just that night
i was yours
and
you were mine.

your warmth linger in my skin still.
your hands, where it touched fever rised. when the gentle breeze pass by, i remember your warm breathe...