The Vanishing

Every step I take disappear, every sound I make refuse to reverberate… Does it mean? I’ve stopped existing does it mean? that I’m not of importance? What happened to? the promises made, the pact that we’ll do it together? Is it null and void? Was it words written in the sand on the seashore, only to be washed away with the first signs of high tide? Don’t you know that it’s not that easy to forget that it’s not that easy to pretend, that we were once inseparable, So I walk around in this labyrinth, more bewildered, but in anticipation for that day… That day my footsteps will remain, for that day my voice will reverberate again….