Hiding behind pages of doubt,

Inking out our deepest secrets.

Somehow braver, faceless.

Casual lies float between,

No harm done.

Somehow better, faceless.

Harsh words fly fast,

Buried beneath the numbness.

Somehow benevolent, faceless.

Hopes rising up,

Our finger-tips touching minds,

Somehow bared, faceless.

Excuses, lies, criticism dreams.

Taken back within seconds,

daring, but weak all the same.

Meanings drift away,

simple as an evening walk.

Like an empty shell of a necklace,

stripped of its jewels.

Connecting only through keypads and letters.

Emotionless. Easy. Empty.