...

my breath is chilled,
i lay wrapped in my thoughts of this,
they're scattered but there,
like a cold i haven't yet caught.
i wish i knew your name,
i wish you knew mine,
i wish you could hear my voice,
but i'm mute when i speak only to you.
dreams, nightmares, more wishes,
things i can't escape,
yet i can't hold onto long enough,
long enough to create a memory.
can you hear me?
will you hear me?
i'm told i'm not alone,
but they don't know.
what's more tangible than sadness?
it permeates the air, the atmosphere,
unavoidable, always present,
never relenting, never dissipating...