Tinder is the Night

I think I was absent on the day everyone else learnt how to talk to the opposite sex. 

Maybe I'm stuck in the days of courting while everyone has moved on to Tinder.

Love is so lifeless now.

Through a screen.

I can't succumb to it.

But if I did, would I feel less lonely?

Less patronised?

Less embarrassed?

Less anxious?

I'm sick.

Observations from my younger self

When I was younger I used to stare at the clouds as we went on long car journeys. They would always float perfectly adjacent to the road in the horizon. I always thought that if we just kept driving, we'd reach that improbable joining and accompany a cloud. But we never did. The road would get longer and longer, but the joint would stay in the same position it always did - just so far that we could never reach it and we could never float away. 

Taken by me