short thoughtA Poem by jake85
We are fortunate now, screens and keystrokes warm hearts and allow us to feel connected. This last decade has done much for the recluse, its probably been downgraded from a sickness or phobia to preference. We sit alone and feel in groups, we talk to ourselves and feel heard. Photos, videos, all on display. We reveal our innards and hide our exteriors. Rains falls up while cats chase dogs through a sunny night.
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Added on May 7, 2012 Last Updated on May 7, 2012 Author
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