व्हें

when i don't know where your heart lies, i will never trust it. I ask you questions every night, and the one that matters most has never been answered.

I search your deepest caverns blindfolded. Silently sitting, waiting patiently under the canopy of your fabricated life, I hold my breath for that single leaf to fall. I cannot breathe, I cannot keep waiting. I cannot keep looking for something you are not willing to hand to me.