in the ever connected state of disconnected turbulent nonsense to be able to connect

really connect

find another pulsating on the same wavelength of pain, across a sea of electronic blips, encoded in nigh sentient ones and zeros

should be impossible

to view another’s soul through the vacant wash of digitality, syphoning their love, their suffering, their need, through characters generated from the aether, computed and cleaned and packaged as sterile words

yet

somehow

emotion finds a way in this no longer analogue world

it seems the beast of sorrow knows no tether, no bindings to keep it from implanting, imprinting, burning it’s fetid breath into the heart of another despite distances between

this vessel of cheap silicon and plastic conveys your soul to mine own at the speed of loss

it may be electrons forced through coppery confine, jettisoned into the sky and bounced off an errant man made satellite

but it is still somehow pure

still seen

in an age of interconnectedness harshly redefining the spaces between

you are seen