Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
No more need in poles and wires - the mood sent by their pics is nothing there, wouldn't be understood anymore. Cute cats and dogs don't have a meaning as well, not their images are now in your head.
New people, new rules and a lot of fear. No way out of it. This road is closed now. It used to be in thoughts of you. Whenever I felt scared or nervous, or uncomfortable - I remembered about you. On weekends looked up in the sky and thought you can be somewhere there, on working days thought of you somewhere at school getting more and more intelligent. People whose company is unpleasant for me also were not a problem - I just sent my thoughts to the one who always made me happy whatever we talked about.

Now I don't have this right anymore. Not a part of you can be with me. It's essential, I knew it would happen. But for some reason I'm not ready for it despite I thought I am. I still love admire you...

I hope you're happy. Only this can reduce my pain. A bit for a while. If you ever need me - I'm there for you... I will keep silence, don't worry. Ask me - and I will f**k off.

Eternally your shadow on a wall.



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