Soundless voices. My mind is with you. It's with you. It's only with you. You, I want to be with you. You are enough for me. You… you are not even real.

I will gather those meaningless words spilled over from such a thought and shove them down the throat of someone who cares. They can regurgitate what was already spoken with their own personal touch to it, in a failed attempt to help me understand myself better. Listening to everything that has already been heard before… makes all your voices sound the same.

I only want to hear your voice, but my mind can't create voices that do not belong to me. Self-satisfaction is pointless. Sincerity, where can I find you? I have searched high and low, far and wide, and deep, deep, deep within the souls of a few. I have my thoughts stuck deep, deep, deep in those souls and they won't come back to me. Tell me that I didn't leave them there.

Tell me that they will come back. Above all, tell me that they will come back with you, Sincerity.