Children of Apple

We are the children of the Apple the iphone, the ipad, the ipod our constant companion who never complains never asks why never gets angry only complies with 4G speed We are connected to the web of lies if you are bored if you are sad if you cannot sleep your ifriend is there slowly the world around you shrivels until you look through a screen hear through ear buds and sleep on an illuminated pillow we have forgotten how to communicate to express to listen why are friends 1000 miles away more important than the one sitting next to you texting? a phone cannot speak a lap-screen cannot hug ear buds cannot listen We are the children of the Apple and we are dying