missing point.

walking around in a circle

bare skin touching a cold wet sand road

black blindfolded closed my eyes

finding your voice between crashing waves

I miss you, I miss your voice.

no, no ... you don't miss her.

every step I took,

I close my eyes, tighten the ties

I close my ears, blocking all voices

Running from reality.

Those waves keep crashing and become noisier

please, stop.