What are you hoping to find here?
Nothing worth anything is made of zeros and ones.
Happiness? Connection? Love? Answers?
Don't make me laugh at you more than usual.
This is a void of self and charity.
Do something, anything but lick the screen.
Drip fed a slurry of hearts with a thumb up your arse.
Hang your self-esteem on how long people sit on the loo.
A giant circle jerk of apathetic narcissistic nimrods.
The light you need shines from the sky.
More truth in the patterns of the stars.
Unplug and connect.
Delete and meet.
YOU ARE READING
The word (a collection)
PoesiaA collection of poetry. Short, longer. General, personal. Traditional and esoterical. Will add with time, as I sift through the random pile. Let me know if I accidentally double post anything :)
