And she asked me, “why are you so silent?”

Because I’m afraid to disappoint you. I’m afraid that you will find nothing in me. How empty I am behind the silence. For you to ask more, to get closer. Only to realize there is no one here.

The glass will break but you won’t notice it, just like I’ve shut out the sound of your voice. What was once a warm home is now a cold heart. We see each other but we do not notice that we have turned to strangers.