Anyone, but me
Everything is as hollow as it seems. I walk from the bed to the kitchen, water boils, dogs are let out, I sit down, mug in hand. One deep breath before I open the device that has far too much power over me. Can you believe someone just like you invented it? Nothing is as hollow as it seems. I walk from the bed to the kitchen, a fire crackles, dogs play in the garden, the cool breeze brushes against my skin. Spring is here. Tiny hairs stretch out their necks to catch the warmth of the sun. One deep breath before I open my eyes.
Do You Read Me?
There are two types of people. Those who read books and those who don’t. Being in the first group, for many, is a constant struggle. Isn’t it so much easier to watch something on Youtube or scroll through the endless comments on a social media post? There are Instagram and Twitter. There are news sites catered to the needs of those that have exactly…