Digital World

Texting at 7:00 pm. Is almost too late. People are washing dishes. They are tired with wrinkly hands. If I texted anyway, Maybe the shadows would leave. Texting at 9:00 pm. It’s never ok, it’s always too late. If I had texted at 7:00… Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad… If I texted at 1:00 am. They would hate me forever. No one would ever text again, and I would die in a car accident alone, and no one would show up to the funeral. So at 1:00 am, I write and scribble nonsense in a journal. I cry into the journal. Which is a little more satisfying than a crying emoji, anyway. I keep the journal in a drawer. That cannot be deleted. Unlike most things in this digital world.