the nostalgia generation breeds uncertainty,

because there is a definitive moment,

in between the act of staring at your vision grace

and your phone.

the painful decision to assimilate

into the culture of staring into my screen and talking to

you through the streams of a satellite,

or do i pluck up the courage and utter a word,

because you're sitting right next to me

but my fears hold me back.

(fears of reality and rejection)

After all, confessions and secrets

are much better under the anonymous haze

of the world wide web,

even if there is an entire galaxy

unspoken between us.