the Tvs' restless blaring screen-
the blurry sound
of a world gone rogue
you speak in empty connotations
but every conversation's
the same scripted monologue..
passion feels a million miles away
when every spark you caught is
subdued and fleeing
denunciated indolence is -
- emancipating, detachment
for a fatigued being..
a void between the world & I
a distance quelled -
when the heart feels whole.
Involvement in reality
catalyzes a desiccated soul.