It has been raining for hours
Your body and words
Are my warm cup of coffee
As I slide contentedly into love induced bliss




My hips rock involuntarily
As I think about how you
Tangled yourself in my hair
And buried in my warmth like a cold, hungry man lost in the winter
Seeking a warm bowl of food


I recently bought the Samsung Galaxy s6 edge. In June, to be exact. It’s a lovely phone. Sleek and gorgeous, fast and efficient. I spent a considerable amount of money on it. But I’ve since become more and more aware of my loneliness and lack of real connection. I can add up to six numbers to access from the edge screen and assign a specific colour to each person so that the phone lights up in that colour when it’s turned face down. Though it’s useful technically, this made me acutely aware of how little we talk to people closest to us, or think are closest to us. And how few such people we have in our lives, people worth making real connections with.

I have with me a phone that can do pretty much anything a phone can do these days (yes, it can take animated photos or gifs too :P). At the press of an icon I can stream videos, podcasts or gather information about virtually anything I need. It recognises my voice and knows my food preferences based on search history.

Yet it fails to provide intimacy, or forge any real connections with those around me. It’s crazy, but I wish I could go back to using an old brick phone. The lack of connections in a phone designed purely for instant connection makes me feel rather empty. I absolutely love this phone. But it has made me do some soul searching. It could happen to anyone with any phone today I guess