Sad and lonely
He is right there on the other end of the line. My friend. My oldest, dearest friend.
And yet … he isn’t.
So near, just an „hello“ away. But Mars couldn’t be farther.
Almost, almost possible to grasp, the threads, the fabric of an old friendship.
And yet … the tiniest movement, just a touch with the fingertip and it’s delicate structure shatters, fragmented, brittle from age and lye.
Withering to dust.
What happend, the universe asked.
I don’t know, I whisper.
It was just there. Dark, creeping, stifling, suffocating. Coating everything with the absence of joy, the absence of life.
Draining energy, draining laughter …
14. Februar 2020