"Hey! Look at this!" A friend held out his phone.
I glanced and saw a picture and a pun.
I forced a chuckle and said, "How clever."
He pulled it back and starred at his precious.
Such an obsessive, toxic love he had.
How boring everything becomes on screen.
Do not show me an image of a tree.
Let me touch its branches and smell its leaves.
Do not show me a picture of a road.
Let me feel the gravel against my feet.
Do not pixelate the Sunset for me.
Let the colors make love to my vision.
I wonder if he ever missed the world.
Spontaneity had been sacrificed.
The artificial can be beautiful.
To the one who would rather have control.
