What do you want from me?

I hear voices,

Strangers without faces,

Their identities, unknown even to themselves.

Trapped,

In that white canvas,

Seeking solace in their dreams.

Like wind in their breathe, 

pulsating that story which you want to hear,

clinging to hope, that

will betray them not.

one day,

words of many unsaid desires,

erased from fading memories,

but stuck forever,

in
this
empty
screen.