Suitcases of our thoughts I waved to you across the country air over fields, hills, and brick buildings, dotted line borders not yet a quarter millennia in the making. I waved to you in mistyped messages, info dump joy of a moment neatly folded into the confines of our days, like packing for a daytrip in our minds. I waved to you from a parallel world, parallel paths of understanding that the parallel bars of phone connection run parallel, like the bars to a cage.
I waved to you knowing our lives may never truly intersect and rejection stings like frostbite, and your eyes betray a glacial understanding of a world melting under hate. I waved to you and you saw me for a moment there, awakened souls acknowledging the existence of the other. And then the moment was gone, neatly folded back in to the suitcases of our thoughts, next to the parts of ourselves we reveal to no one.
Wrote this yesterday, psuedo-dedicated to a friend I knew briefly when I was on tiktok. Only had time to type it this morning. Not sure the repetition works or not. Regardless, best wishes 🤗
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