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?
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
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?
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