The 3rd century of muteness.

Today would be the 3rd week that we've prolong muteness. It's quite long actually and even people who're not close to me begin to wounder whats wrong with things. 3 weeks for a best friend to be ignored is far too much time already. But I suppose I'll be waiting again for the right time that he would speak. For I hope things are fine around him and his swifting his way along the streets joyfully. For this side ain't a good or nice shot to be in. Suffering everyday from any memories that I could dig up to. I've also reach up to a state of dead emotions. Smiling and laughting with tears and the eager to cry. =)