Not Always Available

No, I can’t always reply.
Not because I don’t want to,
but because I have a life
that doesn’t fit inside a screen.
My phone is not my oxygen.
I don’t breathe notifications,
I don’t feed on messages,
I don’t exist in an “online” status.
I am a person,
not a reflection trapped in glass.
Being an adult
is not being available 24/7,
it’s working, resting, thinking,
feeling without having to report it.
It’s choosing silence
without guilt.
The real world doesn’t vibrate in your pocket:
it beats in the body,
in the exhaustion,
in the responsibilities
no one sees behind a “why didn’t you reply?”
I’m not a parasite of my phone.
I don’t depend on it to exist.
If I don’t respond,
it’s not disinterest,
it’s life.
And if that bothers you,
maybe the problem
isn’t my absence…
but your constant need
for someone to always be there.
@newgirldark
@newgirldark

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