Why do we stop talking?
Why, over time, friends without whom an hour seemed like a day end up being just another contact in your phone book?
Is it because we get bored of the same people? Is it because we learn everything about each other and suddenly, there is nothing left to say? As humans, is mystery what we crave the most? So much so that familiarity starts to breed contempt?
Or is it just that space is just another punctuation? A binding factor in a winding sentence? Space, until we speak again. Until the brim of our minds start to overflow with thoughts and questions and fears...and we can but hold no longer?
I am back.
Why, over time, friends without whom an hour seemed like a day end up being just another contact in your phone book?
Is it because we get bored of the same people? Is it because we learn everything about each other and suddenly, there is nothing left to say? As humans, is mystery what we crave the most? So much so that familiarity starts to breed contempt?
Or is it just that space is just another punctuation? A binding factor in a winding sentence? Space, until we speak again. Until the brim of our minds start to overflow with thoughts and questions and fears...and we can but hold no longer?
I am back.
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