We both breath the same air of agony.
We both speak the same language of shattered souls.
We both put an elated mask on a glum face.

Even in the dark, I saw you.
I saw the mourning eyes.
I saw the sunken scars.

I feel the urge.
I feel the warmth.
I feel the silence.

You're a beautiful piece of art.
You're a calm ambient music.
You're an unturned page.