Shout.

As uncivilised as it seems,
I feel like shouting to you...
through the hills
through the thin walls
through some hundred miles
through the virtual space


It is like a market place as we dwell;
when I intended to respond to you,
I masked it with my sight, my movement, my volume
...but my tone stays the same
only for you to read no more.


So much left disorganized in between
so much pile of waste
pollution
scribbles
junk
ashes


How could darkness be defined so meticulously,
as compared to the light I saw.

Please forgive my barbaric actions.

...for I want to be heard.