Poetry (words)

On demand. 

I love it when the signal fades. When connections with strangers are neither pretentious nor a means to an end. The pack mentality has no place in humanity, the walls we’ve built are all self made. Conscious choices. 

How refreshing the air feels without this, this constant need for a distraction from life. When immersion isn’t flicking a switch and gazing at a screen. Robots by our own design, blank and blinkered. 

I could sit here forever just soaking up these moments. Some fleeting, some etched in my soul, but none of them on demand.  

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