How does one connect, in this connected society.
We look down at small screens barely looking up.
Busily typing away using only thumbs.
So busy we can’t even use words.
Little pictures, the emoticons of life.
No longer do we linger over a long, lazy lunch.
Nor do we sit and gaze, just to sit and gaze.
Ever busy, blowing through life in a digital age.
A phone held up high seeking enough bars.
frantically searching for that hotspot.
One might just miss the latest gossip.
That Hollywood starlet, starving herself to death,
to satisfy the cravings of the disconnected.