Maybe i should move on.
Stop my eyes from lingering on the little screen, maybe they don't care as i do, and they don't spend forty two minutes staring at the phone, waiting for a reply.
Maybe I should stop talking to who never cares or show concern about the days i passed by, God knows my phone holds stories and they are sent to them at times when i had no other choice than to cry.
Maybe I should move on.
And hold into the pages of my diary and my nonexistent typewriter on my wooden desk, write with no feedbacks or late replies, maybe I should give it a try.
Maybe I should stop being mediocre about things, being such a hypocrite who can't even listen to her own advice, maybe I should stop worshipping silence and not leaving a battle without starting a fight.
Maybe I should move on.
Speak louder without my phone as a background noise, raise my arm higher with a voice in my head saying "it's okay to cry." After all, forty two minutes have passed and I didn't get a reply, maybe you have nobody but yourself in the middle of the night.