Dead Generation

Location

Internet runs faster than I do.

Phones know more than I do.

Breathing in wi-fi instead of air.

I am suffocating.

Who will help me?

My laptop?

No.

My phone?

No.

They stare at me in silence.

As I have been there for them,

Playing with them,

Smiling at them,

Giving all my attention to them,

They are not there for me.

 
 
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