Distant

Dear Distant friend,
What happened between us? Why are we so distant now than we were before. We used to talk day and night, about everything and anything and now, I hardly see you and hardly have a decent conversation with you. I used to stay up late just so we could continue the chat. What happened?
I remember I had a special nickname for you and you had for me and it is funny that we used to use it specially at our birthdays to wish each other and now we don’t even talk. What happened?
Now we both are going on our on lives and talk very, very occasionally. You have become so busy that I feel guilty for not having so much on my plate to be busy.
Old friend, we should catch up soon and not just a long lengthy conversation once in a blue moon.We should be talking about all the updates and information that I might have missed out while we were having this glitch of a miscommunication problem which I plan to rectify.
From,
An old estranged friend.

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The wall

Dear Loved Ones,

I have never been an open book. No one has truly known what I am or what I think. I have always shown a part of who I am to people. A sneak peek into my thoughts system. It is a web of thoughts that makes me and it will take eternity for anyone to cross that path, to get through to the wall I have created. This wall is basically all the thoughts that are not too deep but deep enough to be consumed by the public. This is the wall that consists of my thoughts that are personal but are protectors of the real world of thoughts that is not only personal but sensitive and close to my heart. It has taken me my whole life to build up this system. My thoughts are in a constant battle of arguments between the right and my want. My want is always the one to accept defeat even if it has a chance of winning. A chance to convert itself to a greater right. A better way of being the right. The right being right always barricades my want into being something more than my want. I know it is hard to understand. This battle is a constant behind the wall that I have built up. There is a wall, not fence that protects me from you vultures who try to destroy me, the true me, The right that barricades me for who I am. I am not an open book. Leave me alone in the big library of contacts. If you need me, I might or might not be there where you left me but I will return if you need me.

From,
Palak