Parched

Conversation.

The key to socializing, intimacy.

Whether it is one that you have with your friends, holding a beer in your hand on a beach, looking at the sun set, or the one you have in the most private of moments, with your loved one in a corner of your house, where no one can see you, hear you.

The ones you have with your family over a cup of tea before breakfast, or the one you have with them after work, in the drawing room, discussing what happened today and ranting about how it should have happened today.

Or the one you have with the driver when you get into the cab, or even the one you have with yourself when you're alone in the car, discussing with yourself, what you should have said in this moment, and what you shouldn't have in the other.

But

Have you ever wondered what it's like?
The absence of it?

When you're with a friend after a movie that you saw with him, and you just can't talk about it because he doesn't want to talk about it. When you're with a friend, sitting, waiting for him to talk, and yet, even though he isn't on his phone, he just doesn't.

When you're in a cab, and all you can do is initiate conversation, only for it to end in one monotonous, dry and already predictable small talk.
Or even when you expect a reply to your text, and all you get is a monosyllabic text.

That is what it feels like.

Funny, that you can find conversation in solidarity at all times, but hardly can you find solace in conversation.