I know what they’ll find if they come across the silence, a lack of freedom. It’s all a state of mind, determined by eye contact. Personality traits being jumbled within a metaphorical basket within the mental. After all this time of living a lie, I found myself lost, drowning in a sea of sorrow. Should I be afraid? Probably, but I’m too numb to feel anything. I watched as leaves turned into snow, my caste crumbling below my feet. The world was blank, a clean slate for me to create a new start. I had a world of opportunity, but I refused to do anything that would result in losing you. Strangers, that’s what we became as months progressed. You claimed to know everything about me, but how? How do you know how I feel when you don’t ask? If you knew how I felt, you’d be here and I wouldn’t be forced to write my heart out. I let your love run through me as if it was a river. I was a fool, I was your fool. If I could say anything to you now, it would be “get a clue, get a damn clue.” As for our future? We have none. My heart has been played enough to know this was not love. Lovers don’t leave for months at a time in the hopes that the love will never die, lovers don’t lie.