A Conversation to get Connected through Inside

Dear Heart,

Remember me? The girl you lost ages before. You must wonder why I writing to you lie of binary digits instead of just sitting calm and think through you. Well, to say it’s been a long time since we have ever got time to talk to, sit and understand too, you explaining things to me and I use the logic the brain has provided with. As a result, well, you know, emotions bottled up, thoughts hazy and mind tired. Being left with the only loyal companion, I have come to you to pour out.

Knowing the Earth’s increasing at an exponential rate and still the sorrow of not finding a person to share ourselves is always there and might always be. It's not because I refrain from talking to people, but it's because the people have become shallow than they were previously. The stress they take has turned them haywire and the sadness in them overcame the bond with others. Such is the situation that if they receive the information friend on the deathbed, they check the schedule to feel pity upon. No one has the time to rest in and check upon others. I did not want to be like those civilians. So here I am with you, with no absolute hope of humans to hear me. For now, my eyes are screaming for a nap. So, I will come back to you to share my thoughts with you under the witness of the moon.

Till then keep pumping for me.

Yours own,
Conscience.