All our lives depend
on a little circle
Spinning round and round
We wait for it to finish up
To veiw a text or post
Why have our lives been consumed
By a bunch of pixels going around
A bunch more, dark and white?
YOU ARE READING
a glimpse into this brain of mine
Poetrypoetry collection Trigger warnings Beautiful cover made by @_demi-wizard_ and @Adiemxs
