Text, or not

Text, or not

Text, or

Text is not an index

Index is just another Sphinex

Sphinex tells nothing about the truth

It died at last

I really want to ask

Yet really hesitant to text

I am dying to know if you are fine

If we are fine

But the phone screen keeps unyieldingly to silence

Don’t bite me, wonderland

I could not return where I headed

Messages are short but entanglements are wide

Frail mind is frightened to cross

Text, or not

Like staring at the traffic lights

When the green light lights up in the end

Left me with paralysis on the road

Perhaps