Reaching

I'm shouting, shouting, screaming, yelling.
My voice is shrieking, but you don't hear a single word.

Talk along these fragments.
I'm trying to make sense.
Roll me onto these walls.
Evening can't seep through.
Dense, dense, dense.

I'm quiet, quiet, silent, mute.
My voice is shaking, and you don't have a single clue.

Try it once, or twice.
Inches and seams.
Reaching for your hands.
Everything's so close.
Dream, dream, dream.