yet another day with necks straining
seems like the floor is more entertaining
or rather block-like gadgets with lights
eyes straining through long hours and nights
doubt that's the only reason for poor
posture though, maybe its for the sole reason of observation and satisfaction of colours
for this one lone human here, much rather the
glaring author who is simply annoyed by the misuse of devices meant for human communication and this dissatisfaction of indirect talks through text and calls is simply...
annoying
...who is she to judge anyways? that's her life too yikes society is a bitch
this inability to withstand interaction with breathing bodies yet she chose a career with that exact sentiment, typing away amidst busily working sore losers and winners, her part time thing to avoid a punching accident if one of them were to "accidentally" bump into her...
or if she does fall off the escalator
they say, "eyes are the windows to the soul"
what souls are held in those orbs?
these people are soulless, restless
still taking in precious oxygen nonetheless
seems like life is going down
YOU ARE READING
/MEMORY/
Non-Fictionnever will I ever find a world that's better...oh wait, sarcasm is written in this letter. Written anywhere: in panic or anxiety, the reason's there.
