Have you ever wondered why you always run away from me? Where are you in such a hurry, backing away and looking away at the dry ground under your sole? What's going through my head while I'm smoking? Why do you sigh so sadly when I start looking at you? Why do your knuckles stick out so much when you clench your strong fists?

Do you want to tell me something? I can see your parched throat swallowing a lump in your throat. I can hear the unspoken words recoiling in your chest.

I can feel you.

Tell me something already. I haven't heard from you in so long. Yes, I know that I hear your voice during speeches, during missions, reconnaissance, but don't you think that it's not your voice? Don't you think that's not the voice I want to hear at all? You've been assigned this voice. You definitely sound different.

I assure you.