Detached

 

“When I went to look for you. You were gone. I’d been sitting on the edge of the sofa for hours. Had anything changed? Did people see me, understand me? No matter what I do to discover myself, defend myself, and be myself. Nothing seems to rise out of the ashes created. Happy, sad, irritated, or even joyous. Where is the response, not only from you but the world in which we live. Everyone is looking down at their phones. We are, silenced.”
Angela K. Crandall
©2/28/16

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