i was in a dream once before
where no one could speak, even the slightest bit.
it felt like a hand gripped around the neck,
breathless. inaudible. weak.
once before, i imagined my name called out
from a profound feeling, unexplainable.
but it was all a wish
brought upon the need to be loved as i have loved.
and how do i respond to words
that make me feel the loneliest in the world?
i pull the hood over my head
like an armour against the world.
in the reality in which i live,
i walked on in silence, alone and crying.