The present seems like an illusion.
People everywhere. And, I have become non-existent.
Yesterday’s welcome me with warm open hands.
Only me.The stars and the dark pregnant sky.
But I ran too fast. The starting point is too far to run back to.
While emoticons are the only base of expression.
And, they don’t convey what the heart feels.
The mind becomes a “battery-drained phone” that has recorded messages and predictable texts.