Eight Billion Thoughts For You

Empty Words

We don't ask people to answer us, but we hope they do. 

After this message, I waited. 

And then I waited again. 

Ten seconds, an hour, a day, weeks. 

Because we had been fools together. 

Because we had loved and hated at the same time. 

Because I had relived the vanished beauty and the hell of the present by writing it, courageous or masochist, what do I know, maybe even both. 

I had decided to relive our story through my eyes by writing it to him, naive to believe that it is through words that we best penetrate people. 

And I never received anything. 

No, I never received anything. 

And to receive nothing is to be ...nothing.