Living an absurd life,
waiting in vain for a touch,
thinking deeply how many thousand steps
how many unspoken words.. are left..
to reach your hand,
to reach your soul,
thinking
that life without purpose
is like to be already dead
walking among shadows
being tearing apart for a scream
and that scream is the silence,
being tormented for a word,
and that word is love..
A.
