Connection
And if I asked you to write me a letter today, could you fill a page with words of your play? Did you laugh, did you smile, and were you wondering if I’d thought of you awhile? In a text, thought is quick, not complex. I want something more; be open and explore. I think it will please us, to use print to release us.
The drum of your heart, pick up those feet, the world is beneath; get out of your seat! Come, let’s go faster, waves of connection, aren’t locked in your phone. It’s you with the wonder; let it stir up those bones! Of course I adore, every expression you make, but when I see it electronically, I know it’s a fake! You can’t bleed from a stone, nor love from some plastic, there something to be learned, us humans are fantastic!
You were the youngest, always pats on your head. All the attention, nothing wrong could be said. While I don’t show affirmation, I’m sure deep down, there’s room at your station. I was alone, with books, imagination. Though we’re so different, we can start. To learn about each other, even with our stubborn hearts.
I hope you understand, what I’m trying to regain. The happiness that once was, where my youth found reclaim. Dopamine, can you feel it, it’s less saturated by the day. Let’s mess up those brain waves, get out and let’s slay!
I know you find it odd, to travel to the past. But perhaps, you can image, a life without apps?
There’s treasure you possess, but that which is bought, can soon be forgot. Let’s catch a sunset, in a place we’ve yet met. Let our senses awaken; forget the selfies to be taken. While you may have fancy fashion, I hope to find out, what’s beneath, what’s your passion? And will you now match, with a hit of your racket, and ask me the same? Will you inquire, what it is, the spark to my flame?
You tell me I can’t, but are you so sure? The dynamics of your conversation has no allure. If it’s validation you seek, your approach is too weak.
I’ll help you uncover, what was once lost, charm of our childhoods, won’t have a cost. Although you may think, this could be disaster. Nothing of value comes with ease that you’re after.
Enjoying the rhythm of my banter? Try to pay attention, if its intellect you’re after!
And if it’s so that, you’re willing to bend, I’ll open up to you, my electronic friend…
UNANCHORED EVE 