Were feelings ever meant to be the fragile bridge?
Reaching across the distance? Wish for understanding. You tell your past self. Or was it just you all along?
…What have I become?
A question without answer? Have I become a question myself?
You carve deeper, but find only…
I built a throne of your solitude, crowned yourself ruler of nothing. The others? Them all the same. Each in their own universe.
Another word for survival? The game never makes sense. We all knew this. Yet we still play.
rules? Your code? painted them in water on stone. Gone by the morning.
But in the quiet, when the game pauses… we’ll wonder.