it was silence.
even when i put the lyrics of a song free their echo in an empty room
it was still silence.
i layed in bed on my back
thinking of nothing else
but your soul and not your face.
i took a look at the ceiling
choosing to believe the stars on it,
will bring the air that i need
back into my lungs.
i was not surprised when the oxygen refused to effect my only request at that moment.
i later realised i was not yearning for any star itself
i forever craved for a whole galaxy.
and i believe that galaxy was you.
