I want to go back to the time where cell phones existed not, and communication was more personal.
Where TV was radio and eyes with mind collaborated for imagination as ears reveled in sound.
I want to go back to a time where people would be on street holding hands instead of phones. And individuals looked at one another to see each others expressions instead of impersonal texting.
I want to go back where there was no internet to steal ones time on a Face Book site that takes your information and tries to promote fake friendships.
I want to go back yes back to a time where I could meet a poet for lunch instead of only on a site that keeps one at distance.
Time waits for no one and so progress for the sake of disconnect continues.
Until robots replace our reality.
This poem is so so much NOT like what I write. Its just tonight I found myself disconnecting from everything. I turned off my cell phone, don't have a TV so didn't have to do anything with one and am just chilling with myself as I feel distant from most of who I know. (my decision) I think everyone should sometimes step back to do a re-set