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...
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