This is the part that lasts the longest i think:
We send a few messages back and forth.
Sometimes they are so casual, easy,
And sometimes strained
Since when did days
Feel like weeks?
When the urgency of the medium
Is disrupted by the reality
Of two separate selves
This is when I make the call
That we either get together now,
While I know my urges are pulsating,
Or I’ll burn out as soon as i’m lit.
A cusp millennial,
Navigating my own
Childhood disinterest in technology,
With that of force-fed assimilation into
A hyperspeed communicative norm
That my particular neurological configuration
Keep up with.
What I’m trying to make clear here
it’s now or never baby