It was silence.
Your voice just travelling through space but never reaching
Your touch just haunting echoes
Your skin just a clothing coated in dust and dread
Your body just lingering shadows of past light
Your eyes just empty shells reflecting fragmented frames of fluorescent rays
Your soul just in limbo – not living yet too early for death
You are always moving, yet still trapped in the same body, the same prison, the same universe
It was just silence.