The Surreal Silence

I wonder if I'm annoyed with you or mad at myself. Your silence and your absence has transgressed into my confusion and dilemma. And now I'm questioning the thoughts in my head and quizing the feelings in your heart.


Sometimes I vent out my angst. At other times, I shut the world out. In my heart, a little desire cries out loud, to deafen me. She screams, she yells. And when she has lost all strength, she moves to the corner of my heart and weeps silently. She quietly curses the hope that was once awakened, when you had first walked in.


She tries hard to convince herself that all that happened was just an illusion. Surreal.. too good to be true. And hope feels bad for her, so it flickers in her heart. For a moment, she feels the nostalgia. Then, its gone.

Fighting so many emotions isn't all that easy. All I want is for you to break that silence. Maybe the assurance of your words would bring that peace. Maybe you convincing me that those were just hallucinations would help. Then again, I question myself. Do I really want hope to be murdered by the brutallity of his words?