I've got numbers that never show.
I'll never see another text
From those asleep in an oak box.
I screenshot them; kept like dead leaves

I hope it never ends
I hope it never .

Nobody cares anymore.

Money makes the world go round
Not the orbit of the sun.
The universe doesn’t matter anymore.

They say that we should keep our eyes wide open
But their eyes are glued down
At the screens that feed them information

Whether it is true or false
We don’t know anymore
We just go with it since we know no better.

As you get older
You accept the world
Instead of questioning it like you should.

So many things you could do
But you are cut off from it
Your eyes are blocked off behind the mask.

I wonder how many miles
Our thumbs must have scrolled
On our screens.

“Look at the moon,” they say
“Of course,” they reply but once they sit outside
They are back to scrolling through their phones.

“Slow down,” I want to say
“Everything will be okay.”
But everyone keeps rushing all the same.

They ignore the skies
And instead find their gold
In cheap, plastic, machine-made stars.

laying in a bed of wild flowers in a clearing in a wood
calms me
a gentle breeze brings the scent of the flowers
cleansing me
the silent sound of the wood
awakens me
and a flap of a bird, the cry of an animal
heightens me
sunlight breaks through the leaves  to
enlighten me
and peace washes
over me
THEN the music from my phone
disturbs me

before these buttons strolled

by fingers
or legs
that look like one...

people switch their bones
and lick each others' flesh

they ask questions
as to why nails aren't pink
when it isn't

they laugh
when ****
isn't as loud
as the ones from horses

before these tabs came
it was the sky
that enjoy stares
as if eyes know
battles between busy stars

before these batteries came
people sit too close
to warmth from fire
while their teeth

enjoy the silence
that munch meals
just before bed time
alone
very alone.

I look around and all I see
are people staring, not at me

Instead they stare into a void
A small white light
their brains destroyed

This small white light holds evil power
Your mind it can control
The device of reckless, lifeless nothing
So leaving is the soul

As the call ended
So did we
Between our phones
Not only the connection broke
But also the hearts,
that were connected as well