another predictable night.
minions chasing dreams –
unaware they’re awake.
post after post extolling the virtues of camaraderie –
and yet,
unavailable for even the consideration of accommodation.
behind the screen –
safely hidden.
no fear of the inconvenience of touch from those unable to feel.
if only time could be rewound.
obstacles to interaction removed.
in place of words plastered without conviction on walls of inconsideration,
to return to that place in time
when conversation involved face to face expression.
to go back to unrehearsed interaction –
relationships built on what is real –
far removed from agenda of assume…
standing too close to the edge 