Distance

I talk to my screen, my love is in my phone, a call away, or video call away. The material i’ll abuse, like our parents abused their time spent in nature, painting a picture of exodus to and from their schools. waking up to a call, sleeping midway through video calls, the distance between us is sometimes marked by just the black mirror, so while the world stresses on distancing, marking boundaries, following Horn OK Please, we’re only getting closer, though we’re trapped inside our matchbox dwellings.

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