Connection.

I lay on the hard concrete. It is night time and I have so much work to do. But I still lay here. Looking at the same sky, at the same stars and the same moon that you are looking at and that makes me realise how further connected we are than just the wireless connection that we explicitly have. You may not be thinking the same thoughts as I am; you may not even be thinking about me, but like how I exist at the back of your mind, the sky and the stars and the moon are like the back of your mind to remind you we are always connected because it's what the universe wants; and believe it or not the universe supports you all the time. It's us that complicates simple things, and it's us that doesn't support ourselves and others as much as we need to. 

I lay on the hard concrete. It is night time and I have so much work to do. But I still lay here. I'm wondering if you're wondering whether I'm wondering wherein reality you can pick up your phone and connect. This blackness of the sky is so intriguing. It holds the beauty of twinkling stars and the rough grey clouds. It hides so well the truth of the stars and the truth of the rough grey clouds. When one is a ball of gases and the other a reason to be joyful about, how terribly contradictory it is. And amidst this I look at the moon and see your face. 

I lay on the hard concrete. It is night time and I have so much work to do. But I still lay here. Are we losing connection? Because I hardly seem to hear you. Are you trapped? Are you so trapped so as to not glance at the sky? I don't seem to understand if the connection is fickle here or there or both or is it a third person weighing on the mode of communication? I have so many questions and I would call you and I would ask but if the universe failed in trying to connect us despite giving us the vast black sky with limitless ends then what can a wireless connection do to our connection? 

I lay on the hard concrete. It is night time and I have so much work to do. But I still lay here. Do you not want to revive this connection? I am still here waiting on the line, looking at the sky, waiting for you to come and reconnect. It's been a while though. And I won't wait forever. I just need a sign. A sign to let me know if you're trying to reconnect but there's an unforeseen circumstance that is in your way. Or a sign to let me know that you have a pair of scissors in your hand and you are ready to completely disconnect and let the line between us make that nagging monotonous noise when the connection is lost. 

I lay on the hard concrete. It is night time and I have so much work to do. But I still lay here. I have come to the stage of pondering whether waiting is a good idea or not. Because communication is defined as exchange of verbal or non-verbal messages between two or more people and it feels like you aren't comprehending my messages. Am I not clear enough? I am also losing patience with having a line open for silence at the end. 

I lay on the hard concrete. It is night time and I have so much work to do. But I still lay here. It is an idealistic situation; the sky, the stars. I am about to get up and sever the connection for now because I am afraid insects will crawl upon me and get lost in my jet black hair and that won't be a very appealing sight. 

I lay on the hard concrete. It is night time and I have so much work to do. But I still lay here. I try one last time. I try to connect one last time. And something tells me that it will work and you will connect and everything will be as perfect as my idea of perfection is. Something tells me that it was just an unseen circu- 

You've connected somewhere else.