Step into the future. Did you picture our lives like this? So far apart, crowded by over analyzations and misjudgments. Seas away, yet our eyes meet across the platform. Hearts wrapped in heavy netting. Beating, but the palpations aren’t strong enough to break through. Instead our organs shrivel, tracing every recollection like fingers running down broken words in novels we used to grasp. As anxieties unravel and guards let down, we fold in all our bent cards. Go fish, you say.
Do U miss me? I miss U too.