It has been quiet all these while. The silence has grown so fond of me that he would never leave.
I'm not a captive of the hollowness, but a coward of a defeated kingdom. There isn't any initiative for the fear of failing again and there is no chance.
I hold back my words; reality has robbed me off my speech. I wouldn't hesitate if there is a "yes" for at least once. I'm just not that lucky.
It has been years since promises are not kept. They might be white lies or causal remarks, perhaps, excuses to refuse.