They say to be real, call instead of text
Handwrite instead rather than type
Breathe the fresh air instead of taking shelter under screens
What you don’t know is, I am silent
Long hikes in the trees are my refuge
I fly and fish in the winds
Clear waters are where I go.
I am awake and alive
But the translation from my silent mind to my mouth
Belies my reality……..I am alone.
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