We become a little too real in this universe, With each passing day, Some of them hopeful of something, Some as hopeless as they can be....

This is to the unaccepted letters, Crafted meticulously over days, Only to be left unread, By the one who it was addressed to. This is to...

I wanted to drop a curtain, Cut the conversation, Run from the room, Dig a hole and jump in it, Or just make myself invisible, While you...