Melancoly

九

You can obliterate maps
And tell me where to go instead
Make the world devoid of connection
Yet keep us connected
You can replace my dolls
Into avatars portrayed on glass
Diminish the intimate touch
Of a book to feel nothing
But a black screen
You can consume my life
And make me addicted
Train me to come back to you
In the mornings
Notify me about vain concerns
Look a new follower
I see you for what you are
You cant be anything less literal
Than a doomed millennial.

Thank you Internet and your devices for relatives. I can't live without you.