Shes is always so quiet and a little sad
I never know right what to do.
I never know what to do when I'm with her
when we walk on a street in complete silence.
When she looks at me and I do not know if she is sad or simply happy with silence between us.
I always had a fascination for quiet people
because you never know if they’re just in a daydream, thinking about life in another space
or if they’re carrying the weight and sadness of the world.
I know it's a bit sad, but for her, I always think it's the second option.