To you - when was the last time we really talked? This security I used to feel is now gone; that any nonsense between us will be accepted because I know the good times do exist. Did exist. Do they still?

To you - now, will we ever get to talk like we thought we will? Aren't we both tired of the conversations already?

To you - who probably thinks I'm all about nothing not simple. Who believes we cannot go deeper; just further. One day, maybe.

To you, you, you - the ones I don't speak to but still love. I wonder if I ever cross your minds? Not just.. five times a year.

To the rest -