i wonder if your silence is saying something,
about me?
or if you just forgot to talk.
some affliction of the mind
or the body:
temporary paralysis, night terrors.

i always read a lot of thoughts out of nothing,
becoming reality,
becoming arguments and hatred or
the bright coloured graffiti
that means nothing.
the places you go are not here or now.

you wrote that it was not a good place,
your smile
obviously not one of happiness.
more a relief at finding me again.
but I followed you
and now we are both lost, or chasing something.