they say that the world was built for two.

a fine thread.
blowing around in the wind.
lost in the mindless directions and desires.
being thrashed around, unwanted.
useless.

i wonder if i would break down yet again.
i feel myself so close to it.
that moment where you feel like screaming.
like throwing around things and breaking them into a million pieces.
you just throw yourself around violently and will for everything to go away.
stop.

so many demands.
so little i can fulfill.
so little i wish for.
none i achieve.

the lingering silence intensifies the tension.
she hopes he breaks it by saying something.
anything.
willing even a teardrop to save the moment.
he turns.
and he never looks back.
he always doesnt look back.
so he will never know.

understand me.