Something so small yet affects me so greatly
Filling the void of loneliness while it expands the hole of social anxiety
We look at it more than we do our friends
We take more pictures nagging at ourselves more than we do of the fun moments
Why do we care more about phones than anything else
Why does it feel like your soul has left your body when it’s gone missing
Why does it feel like I have lost who I am as a person due to it
When did we give materialistic things such great value?
It’s not our fault that we grew up attached to it
It’s like a tumor that can’t be removed
But.. why is that?