In a soap bubble, lightly floating towards infinity. This is where I would like to be, so I wouldn't be bound to hear a thing.

To lose myself into oblivion and to avoid regretting a fading past that, with all my being, I'd like to be my present and future. It would almost be funny if it didn't hurt so much, don't you think?

I miss you and I cannot tell you. Worse of all, I cannot tell myself.

Why shouldn't I feel these emotions? Solitude makes me feel a deaf pain that not even the things in my past can sooth.

And whenever other feelings arise, like range, I cannot find peace and I ask myself why us, why this way, why never again.

If only I could convince myself that I was reasonable. If only I could silence the doubts that crowd my mind. If only, for one more time, I could hear you say those words...