its the fear of being understood,
that welcomes dread.

its the shadows of doubt,
that fuels the inevitable regret,
which burns away of what could be.

flames that scorch,
instead of balminess.

until it becomes futile,  
of being fully realized,
with a whole 'nother.

eat without tasting,
speak without talking,
scream without hearing,
feel without breathing.

draw without strokes.
sing without notes.

living but delay,
floating like a dream - far away.