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It frightens me how easy it’s becoming
to remain in solitude and the company of mine.
To treat everyone like nothing more
than the services that they provide.
Where conversations are limited
to greetings and goodbyes.
To get my joy from the fictional tales
in the Books that I Read and Write.
To talk to a God I have never seen
with my naked eyes.
To engage with my fellowman
in small doses, and always,
over an even shorter time.
To live content in the
pretense that I am a remote island
That nobody will ever have access to –
nobody but I…