This is the silence of countless words
lounging in their corners;
narcissistic,
stage-frought.
One more chance away from still
saying nothing.

This is the emptiness of a million dreams
haunting empty imaginations;
unconvincing,
unbelieving.
Tricksters who fail to delude
even themselves.

This is the loneliness of a dozen friendships
huddling against the comfort;
nostalgic,
unrealised.
Browsers, flippiing through a book with
too many faces.