THE EMPTINESS

Here we go again,
without words but broken soul
and no limits within our timeless time
though the books you read tell million words,
the words still feel like unborn children
because they have never been born
then our smiles become very superficial
as the million tons of stones cover our restless spirit
our tounges get wet
because all the words are stucked and rumbling...
but still the air won't flow the sound
only the eyes
send the broken soul
into the emptiness

hugo2003