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Life used to be routine as usual, the world going about their daily lives until finally they have the means of reaching out into the stars in hopes of communicaton.

It was an isolated world, one that had only been concerned with making sure that its people stay alive and its planet does not crumble. Now having the ability to communicate through the vastness of space and the void was supposed to be a monumentus occasion, yet they were only  met with silence. After days of that silence, that god awful silence, finally an answer: the people rejoice and shout "We are not alone".

A week goes by with no response to their follow up message, and then another, and the people begin to wonder again what changed. It was as if the universe had decided to finally acknowledge them, lighting that fire inside that maybe just maybe they finally meant something to someone else out there, only to suddenly snuff them out again like a dying flame. This process continues until finally the people give up. They give up all hope of ever having that stable connection to another world and they fall into an insolationist existence.

A movement begins, one as small as a few voices saying why bother, why continue if they are just going to tear us down every time we answer. The movement picks up speed until the world is split in two, one side pushing to keep reaching out and hoping for change, fully believing that the other world will reach out and offer that hand to pull them into the light. The other fights to stay alone and isolated, praying that the other world does not reach out again to spare their world this confusion. That world is my mind and my body, the two halfs the light inside that says to keep reaching out to the people around me and the part of me that says to just avoid getting hurt again. Their communication device is my cell phone, the messages are the ones I send, and the split is real. The two halfs fight and I cannot stop this war on my own, but I just wait here. Hoping that finally another world will realize that something is indeed wrong and acts before something drastic happens, before my isolated world vanishes into dust and desperate pleas silenced by the cosmic void.