Connected

I’m sitting behind the glass
Which was set to protect me from you.
I’m trying to make some contact
But the protection is holding me back. Fool,
I say to myself knocking and waving to you.
Finally I get “hallo” in return.
Plus a short and carefully thrown:
“How are you?”
But before I can answer
You’re gone
Smashing the glance of my semi-Connected soul.
You leave me behind wondering in vain-
Is that really all what you can?


If I existed separated would I look for connection? I would be my own universe, fulfilled in myself, one and all in this same time…

And if I don’t exist separated why do I search for connection? Am I not already Connected?

And if so, what makes me feel like I’m not?

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