You ask who I am talking to on the phone as you sit across from me. Blurred lines and hazy boundaries envelop us because is it your right?
How personal have we gotten? To exchange the parts of our soul that crave the other’s presence.
So you ask me who is on my mind and the answer, dear, is simple. I don’t know who I am talking to, but I know who I am thinking of, who I want to talk to. I know who holds my heart. And its you. It always has been.
“I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.”