Ghosting

What the fuck is wrong with people? Follow through–nobody fucking has it and it’s like they don’t care. Like when people ghost each other. What the fuck is that? One day, we’re friends or lovers or acquaintances even, and the next, you’re gone, vanished like the fucking rain in Florida–here one minute and gone the next. No explanation, no message, just gone. It’s bullshit. It’s weak and soft, but that seems to be who we are now, what we are–empty people floating in and out, disappearing and appearing only to regret and curse every choice, every move as error, as wrong, and we don’t fucking face it. Instead, we ghost. We leave people stranded in midair, their fingers bleeding from holding on to hope they might be saved, that we might come back, but we don’t, do we? No. We’re already gone, ghosts, memories forever unstable, faltering in their unknowing, in the absence of meaning, value, worth. We disappear, they disappear, and we think it’s okay, fine, kosher, because that’s how it’s done these days, but it’s bullshit. It’s all fucking bullshit because we no longer mean anything. Nothing means anything if vanishing is acceptable. We are all such broken people that we can’t even explain or call or write. We just go. They just go, and we’re all left in fucking pieces.

~Patience 

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