Sudoku

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Keeping a good distance between each other, the residue of the plague that erased so many, still lingers in the air. Lost and alone, the virtual communities we created are now just short burst of forgotten memories. Once we huddled in our caves, now we roam freely without really being free. As a shut in myself, I see where my granny came from; with each visit she was attentive and gave great kitchen table advice. Now used up of all purpose, we scamper about with our hobbies and TV, focused on the latest crisis or the next Sudoku book.

But I spend my hours focused on myself and the practice of no faith, faith. Sitting so quite I can hear the gurgling of my own insides. The outside looks so inviting, but the invitation cost such a price. To be outside, but still all alone, as the world speeds by, looking for the next distraction. So I relive moments in dreams when conversations were effortless, and connection was as simple as a touch. But now we have instant connection all the way around the world. Yet I couldn’t tell you my next door neighbors name.

So in a world that wishes to be left alone, we cry for connection. Depending on strangers to light our way. So afraid of the next hustle with every invite we receive. Even a good chastisement and an extension to just be friends is usually met with no response. So as we continue to play this game, we learned in isolation and fear. We only trust what tickles our ear, making no effort to learn anything new or different; about anyone else or even ourselves.