And as the days go by, I can feel myself slowly seeking further and further into the void.
For when you talk to me I do not react nor smile.
I simply just stare at the empty vertex ahead of me.
While I hear echoes in my head, telling me mischievous things while you do not even dare notice and take in.
You focus on the opposing vertexes of other beautiful things surrounding you.
While I swallow my paroxysm and stare ahead and ignore it.
For I am dead, as well as you.
Trying to find out what it all means.
