Late

December 11, 2016 | By | 5 Comments

Late, at night, conversations just ended. 

Alone, tired, time appears suspended. 

Browsing, on my phone, desiring more connection. 

Now, I feel it, all I want, is affection. 

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  1. Maria says:

    And yet, we keep making the same choices (staying in every night browsing on our phones), expecting different results. Isn’t it ironic how these devices that keep us connected to everyone all the time leave us feeling more disconnected?

  2. Sinister Sugar says:

    lovely

  3. Anonymous says:

    I second that

  4. Anonymous says:

    This is superb! I feel a connection to this :’) gonna steal this

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