Fading Signal
I am a whisper, a pixel. I wonder if digital tears feel warm. I hear the echoes of unsent texts. I see the threads of forgotten friendships fray. I want to remember what quiet feels like. I am a whisper, a pixel. I pretend the notifications are for me. I feel the ache of a phantom vibration. I touch the potential of a blank page. I worry if connection is just a myth now.












