Parallel Slates

I know how you feel right now. Deep down inside your soul, you want to be connected with someone who isn’t there or who doesn’t exist, but you wish they did. No matter how hard you pray, and lock eyes with the clouds, you still feel like you’re alone - pouring out your rainy heart, droplet by droplet. The white walls, to your right and to your left, they remind you of your clean slate. What is this clean slate for? You wait and wait and waste? It all depends.