People aren't people anymore
We are robots connected to a screen
We care more about texting
Then having genuine conversations
I mean look at me
That's why technology is winning
Because while we could be killing trees
We are killing our minds
I could be writing on paper
Yet I'm writing with symbols and signs
I could be carving into stone
Yet I'm typing
Whose going to read my poems when I'm dead
If I'm already laying in my bed
Leaving no trace of all the things that were said
Whose going to release these
Like all the artists that have been layed to rest
Cause I don't have family
Cause I don't have friends
All I have is these words inside my head
These words.
These stupid words in my head
That I rather type out
Then be said out loud
Then be written paper to pen
YOU ARE READING
Rainy days
PoetryThis is a poetry book where I write about little adventures I encounter in life. This world is a big place. Do you know what's out there?🤔
