pieces of a letter thrown to the wind

when did it happen? when did it stop being enough? when did its utterances become hollow? the sounds, impercebtible, only dead weight floating on the surface. where did that mysterious line get crossed, stepping over the edge into the abyss? the point of no return? there are silences now that fill up the time, the space. silence or roaring waves of anger. it is the same after all, two sides to the same monstrous face. the air grows thick. i can't breath. i feel choked. it is cruel. nothing crueler than to realize that one has no hope, no reflection. the mirror gives back only what isn't there.