Simple

You look.
I smile.
You wave.
I wave.
You smile.
I stare.
You wonder.
I shush.
You speak.
I listen.
You listen.
I shush.
You turn.
I shush.
You go.
I grieve.
You forget.
I can't.

Unfiltered

Did you ever turned your eyes away while facing the mirror?
This is the purest disgust you would ever feel.

I don't know which one sounds worst. The voice in my head or the actual one that I use while speaking.

You've asked why I escaped from colors.
I said I don't like them. I lied. 
It's because I can feel them too much. Black and grey are just easier to bear.

Do you think that you are looking at me?
Do you think that you see me?
You do not.
A mask you think? I'm done with clichés.
No, not an iceberg either.
It is just you are not used to stare the void.

The faster you run, the harder you try to escape; the closer you end up with the thing you escape from. Oh you thought that I was talking about death? No, it was just about life.

You've asked why was I always so silent. I keep screaming inside my head. 
I'm just breathless.

I look at all those people. They eat, drink, talk, "share".
Oh why it always should be in quote marks?!

When you fall for so long, you stop caring about when or how you will hit something.

Do you know what relieves me the most?
It is just that nobody really cares.