Who are you when your audience is gone? Who am I when I’m all alone. Does your finger twitch over your phone in search for someone to care?
Does your mind get nervous to meet you again, because you were never there?
Do you panic thinking of being alone with your thoughts? Maybe you won’t remember the person you forgot.
Or maybe you won’t recognize the person you’ve become. So you sit in silence, mind racing, but numb.
Hey stranger, it’s been so long. Can you help me remember where I belong?
It’s getting too real. I need to escape.
The doubts and rejection setting in, but it’s too late.
On a date with yourself, as your finger twitches over your phone in search for somebody else.