It is odd how easy it is to make relationships with people you never see. and how ridiculously easy to complete shatter no matter how long it lasted and how much you shared.
tells me a lot about chemistry of proximity. the exchange of physical presence.
that is why maybe I don't yearn to the voice of those dear to my heart far away for years through a phone.
it is strange the more you're hurt, the stronger you are, the harder it becomes to attach. the easier it becomes to attach to. what a strange reality, the oppressed rise and the dictator hands over his keys.
what a strange and crude life it is we live in.