Connect me please, I can't be alone
It's so dark without my screen
A piece of you stuffed in a pocket
A disease aimed to please
Leach the life from your host
Spread your posts, gather the likes
Between the fingers rests a drug
Without it can only be death
Powers that be create anew
Upgrade to another addiction
Eyes will dry up from the attention
You'll never be alone.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
Connect me please, I can't be alone
It's so dark without my screen
A piece of you stuffed in a pocket
A disease aimed to please
Leach the life from your host
Spread your posts, gather the likes
Between the fingers rests a drug
Without it can only be death
Powers that be create anew
Upgrade to another addiction
Eyes will dry up from the attention
You'll never be alone.
I sometimes fight with myself on how often I spend online. It's how I relax, how I sometimes work, how I feel myself. Yet a large part of me wants separation, to be out in the woods without flashing lights and the sounds of videos. Yet, we all know that there would be a phone in my pocket. You know, "just in case".
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