Longing

We are so different. And yet in a quiet, cold evening like this I would like to be with you by the fireplace and listen to the faint local folk music floating from the other side of the hill afar, covered in dark crimson… barely visible. To me, that evening would be enough for a lifetime. Since my efforts to reach out to you to escape my world of silence was the problem, you will find me muted. Just like I am now… just like all my time lately is.