I gave up my only twin

"Hello?" a blind voice echoes in the vastness of inscrutable space. "Are you still there?"

A mute ear is indeed still there, without question, but lacks the means to speak its reply.

We have taken a furious fist of entropy directly to the face, and this is its gift to us — not unlike the Magi's. But, you see, the words never come when you need them to... when they could soothe a tortured soul, or mend a broken heart... no... in those pivotal moments, the ships sail and pass each other in the night.

Plenty enough in this world escapes me, but one thing that cannot is the irony in the fact that, as many sleepless hours as I have amassed in these past three months, tormented and twisting to wrestle even the slightest slumber, I am never awake when this little device lights up and spits out the sound of a parakeet chirping "I love you."

Forever out of sync, it is known. But, God help us, we keep trying. Words may fail us, but stubbornness never does.