the jolt of silence

i am a shadow, once an entity, it mutes and mutes
once amusing, the after taste wasn't, it mutes.

currents of men and women, sucked by vaccum of desires. they didnt see me, even if they did, i was just a ghost in orange on blue ground to haunt a millisecond before i joined the current, headed for some one. "i" melted into "it", lost my form, be a part. there's nothing outside it, there's only me, i am the current.

a sorry means nothing to those who dont't care. i'll save this for myself. i should be a better person, if there is a choice. im sorry. i mute.

"there will be others" there will always be. do you care for a sorry? you ached for that who mutes. the emptiness, the silence, there's no one in the current in the jolt of violence.

the feet, the branch, hopes and fears. ambitions nurture dreams. breakthroughs are what it means, what one follows and try to create tomorrow together we'll make our statement loud and clear.