We are riding this large, electronic machine that connects us all by our fingertips.
Yet, no one wants to know.
I'm not asking you to tell me all about yourself, I could honestly care less. Perhaps I should count my blessings? We've had far fewer wars and bickerings that other tool comms. Is this from all the disconnected ends?
I know I'm rambling. I know this isn't tool related. So it shall be:
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers
between supposed brothers.
And I know the pieces fit.