when do we get privacy?
communications where we have control
really, it’s inviting isolation rather than gaining clandestine adventures
a complete lack of being alone with our thoughts, writing and contemplating without the fear of judgement cast by those we keep away from when dungeon doors are closing
i gather my understandings and undress foretold scenes
dancing in rhythmic movements
waiting for a turn to share our self-reflection with the moon
she’s full of regrets
lighting the sky with our lost bets
seclusion
locked in chat room vaults, a text message waltz, typed to friends with whom we keep jokes on the inside
laughing at those who free-ride reside in rooms where we cried
alcoves of infinite sequences
zeroes and ones
echoes
i want you to navigate this alone
are you ready?
to synthesize information
understand false relation
virgin exposure without our steady-head-nod composure to ‘okay’ your decisions
i trust you
ready?