#70

I miss things that never happened,
I miss things that I've never had
I feel the mist surrounding me,
when will time be turning back?

"I don't mind, I don't care"
I say to you with a smile,
but the world keeps turning
and I have never been myself.

Who am I to blame?
I'm falling again.

I am quiet,
but the silence is yearning for me.
When it finds me
promise you will leave too.

The mist is silent.
It embraces me, I should say goodbye.
Now I understand;
it is possible to miss things that you have never had.