There was a time, i felt it special to be accesible on text, almost 18 hours a day. Like the world would forget me, the moment I step out of the conversatioa around. Sadly , all those conversations that involved people behind screens, would make me miss what my blessed eyes could experience; what the silence in my head could make me hear in the nature; what restlessness did I imbibe from all the chatter online with strangers. Some strangers became friends, some lovers and one of them I married. But only few of them did not turn back into strangers, as they should have instead of waiting for me to react , to reach , and to seek them back to fill the vaccum their silence created.
They knew my story, my flaws, my insecurity. They , my friends loved me much but also held the power to keep me grounded when needed. Like a vain bird I wanted to fly, escape my shadow and outrun the skies, riding on false praises and meaningless hopes. One day, when all hell broke, the real people stood by my side; silently making a shield that had seen us cross years like a tide. The words were not needed, silent tears and hugs did wonders, so did the trust they showed in me. I was home. I was no longer restlessly tapping my phone. I had a life , a space in this world of touch and senses and people so close.
Be aware of words
That never reached far enough,
Show light to lost friends