He won't call you. and he'll rarely ever answer when you call him. but you'll keep trying. because you're stuck with the feeling that not one person knew him like you did. not one being gave him what you did.this is what they all think.everyone feels this deep connection. but the look in his eyes, it's so detached. and you just want to fix it. but then you start to wonder, was he really ever there at all? and then you're left with an appirition, that smells like an ashtray and looks like a spiderweb, tastes like rain and sounds like a thunderstorm. met a boy who wasn't there, with knots in his bones and knots in his hair.he never knew you, and he never cared.