Scream....

I want to scream, scream at the top of my lungs and get this frustration off of me. I am done talking, I am done explaining, i am done with everything. I will now hold my silence till you address whatever it is you keep thinking about. It reflects, it reflects very well in the actions and in the changes i have noticed. I will keep my silence till the very minute. I see, read, think, feel, and hear. I have feelings too, to which you seem oblivoious.

There is something cooking in your head. What is it? What now? Tell me. Your silence through out kills me, where is that voice i once used to hear, where has it vanished. Where are you? I seem to have lost you.