Although all the channels are present 

With all that they have in common

A space is lost in the connection

You become a foreigner in your own land

Alienated from the lack of conversation 

Abandoning your physical existence simply preferring an alternative 

Disoriented, lost, you still wander around figuring out this illusion 

Time, dimensions, connections, contacts

A relation, a trigger to recalibrate 

To fix that perception and allow you to continue along the way 

Interrupted by a noise deliberately shaking your existence 

It becomes a lack of interest, in an overpromised sphere

Summoned by a tale that it is just a myth

A truth in disarray or a foe in a costume

Daring you to step up and tell

Tell the tale of travesty or tell it all as it is

Raw, rich unburdened by the facade

The details are not amiss, the substance is 

Decisions to be made not so subtle anymore

Devouring your mental state

You decide

Im better off …disconnected

About nadine haddad

I am a traveler in space, searching for the truth, the truth about everything in a world full of clutter, and chaos. The answers I find, are my view of life and of the world. Welcome, to my journey.

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