senseless senses

why don't we talk any more
conversations without words
used to convey so much
now only a silence fills the distance
so near yet so far
so deaf that the other's call does not reach you,
are we really living?

reaching out,
no one to recieve
the outstreched hand waits
an eternity passes, hoping
maybe in the next second
some one might caress the time wrinkled faith.
so blind to each other that you cannot see
are we really living?

I want you.. do you know that?
I am in front of you.. do you see me?
I am trying to hold you.. do you feel me?
I am speaking with you.. do your hear me?

a lost soul looking for her blue..