voice

blissful, quiet sunday.
we slept, together. side by side,
the tranquility of nth but of slow soothing electro-lounge music and the oscillation of the standing fan drone in the room.
i miss us.

how far have we gone.
without each other.
how far had i gone, without holding your hands,
how long had it been, since we realized, that we'd lost each other in the forest.
have we?

how much had i been numbing myself.
i'd lost it,
i lost myself.
social links keeps on weaving, overlapping,
i'm surrounded by alot of people and it's so noisy that i couldn't hear my own voice any more.