Empty bottles still make me remember you... and so do tea cups...and the name "silly" gets automatically related to you...
It's like you have drowned me in your emptiness while taking away my contagious laughter...
It's like you have inhaled all my breaths and tormented all my heartbeats...
It's like the sudden appearance of dark clouds around my world when everywhere else, there is sunshine...
No wonder, you have emptied all your noise into my vault of silence...deafening me night and day... captivating me in your spell... am bound to this world, whose creator is you...whose life is you and whose destructor is also you.
