They are the sky.
I am the earth.
They are taxi rides.
I am a river rushing.
They are eyes glued to a screen
when their companions long for real conversations.
I am the wind in silence.
They are piss-coloured beer.
I am black coffee and stout.
They are cell phone towers.
I am the stars.
They are poodles on leashes.
I am the lone wolf.
They are elevator rides.
I am off the beaten path.
They have forgotten their roots.
I am plugging in.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
They are the sky.
I am the earth.
They are taxi rides.
I am a river rushing.
They are eyes glued to a screen
when their companions long for real conversations.
I am the wind in silence.
They are piss-coloured beer.
I am black coffee and stout.
They are cell phone towers.
I am the stars.
They are poodles on leashes.
I am the lone wolf.
They are elevator rides.
I am off the beaten path.
They have forgotten their roots.
I am plugging in.
