What Of...

A poem of questions upon a quest...

When time becomes a forgotten friend, only thought of from time to time...

What does that mean for patience?

When life takes on new forms where does that leave that part of you that has never truly felt alive?

How do you process pain, when it has so many names, each greater in stature than the one before?

In a world so interconnected how do you become social when media fuels interactions based on obscure metrics?

Sometimes connections are built upon foundations that do not truly reflect the essences once felt so fondly...

Poem by Nomadic Libaax