RED THREADS: The infinite wall

Is your cage my thought, a drowned cry, a lost echo. We are shadows walking on the edge of an abyss.

It seems that we will meet, But we are still far away. I feel from here the sound of your rain, hope that breaks the distance.

Blue is the soul that is silent, pink the sadness that melts, purple the unsaid desires.

In the reflection of the shadows , where silence is stronger, Running along this wall that seems infinite, We are two souls seeking each other until we touch.