sob

for all the wars we waged on each other, why is everything breaking apart so peacefully? where is the hate, the anger, the blinded passion that drove us mad? it shouldn't be this way; we should shout and curse and blame and fignt and cry loudly. only, we don't. we stay silent in the dark, quietly sobbing, staring at each other with a cold despair. feeling everything lost, yet lacking the words to acknowledge it. lacking the guts to admit it to the other, and to ourselves.