I don't know why I keep looking at my phone.
What am I expecting it to do?
To suddenly tell me my life's purpose, my meaning...

Why do I hold this object, so near, so dear...
Allow it to disrupt my human interactions,
dictate how, when to have them?

Instead of worrying about a text,  I need to worry about who is around me...
Could I make a friend with a stranger instead of avoiding...

What do I fear, that having my phone makes me feel safer, more at ease...
Do I fear people? Real emotions, real conversations...

What I am missing?
Why do I only feel whole
when this heartless device is by my side?