The 'undefined'

Dear 'You'

I guess there will always be a moment when I stop gazing at my phone, wishing it to have a 'notification' that I missed...

I guess I have grown a habit of doing that... I check my phone every few minutes to see if I, by fortune (or the endless lack of it) .. have missed a text from you...

I really want to talk, but I have no idea about what .. just thought of space .. even virtual .. that could put 'YOU' and 'ME' in the same zone...

Love ?? no, my dear, I don't believe in love .. not anymore...

There is something 'undefined' here .. something I can't explain, grasp or talk about...

Just like when you walk into the dark room, and the darkness has always given you the chills .. anxious to find the closest key lights .. and your body is raging with excitement...

You tell yourself, "well, as I'm sure there is nothing more than ordinary there, how about I keep the excitement going for extra few minutes"...

This feeling .. or certain safety and ignorant excitement .. the 'undefined' is what I don't want to risk...

I take one last glimpse on that screen for the last time, regardless of my utter confidence that there is nothing new...

Put my head on the pillow .. turn of the light...

Waiting for a tomorrow .. that might carry a sign .. or the thrill of an undated waiting ...

Sincerely,

Me!