Why is it that when I finally get to see them there, closely, to the flesh, and we’re actually in the same room… that’s when I felt the most distance between us? Why do they feel so far way, still? Why does it hurt so much that I can’t – in actuality – reach them? Why do I feel the most sad when it’s supposed to be the time of my life? Why is it that all I hear is white noise in this bustling crowd, my voice echoing; pleading for your name, and your singing? I hear myself asking you to stay... Why is your ethereal figure just standing there before me– 'don't go' –while I am right here gasping for air? aren't I the one who will actually leave as the show's ending? How can you bring my knees weak? Why am I in tears? 'I love you' Why did fate decided for us to meet like this?
160814 | in the middle of the loudness of the crowd, that's when I fell the most silent...