People know and talk about you all the time
But i don't know you or communicate with you
Is like talking to myself, introspecting my thoughts that never existed
You are like air and wind
People can't touch or feel you
You a ghost
Swerving, interweaving and tormenting
Those who can't see, touch, feel or get closer to know you
I want to meet this friend who is alive but dead
i want to know and understand you but you like a white blank paper
i see people getting closer to you but there is black curtain blocking me
people express their feelings and experience of you
but i'm in another world experience loneliness, joylessness
as i strain my eyes to look for you
the image of you disappear in a thin layer
but how can i see, know or touch you if you never existed