I know this feeling, Caffeine...
the contradiction.
The warmth of a foreign will
running through my veins,
giving me back to this day,
among the living and the broken-hearted.

I know this feeling, the White Noise,
the voice of silence...
the canvas of all sounds, in which all words lie wrapped,
loving or not, awaiting to be uttered by a dormant universe.

I know this feeling, The Departure,
the ultimate distance,
and the reason why Time exists,
...so that all things can eventually come back together.