I have trouble being alone anymore
I have forgotten how to draw, paint , dance, sing and enjoy life just for myself
Without caring what others think of it
And I realize I am not really alone, with the dogs, Piglet, my friends...
With the whole Earth, here beneath my feet
But I have these joys I have forgotten how to truly enjoy, exacerbated by this infernal thing in my hands. It's like a crutch.
I try to go places without it.
It should have more meaning than it does. For the impact it has on the Earth, for the time we spend with it (which is meaningless), for the money spend on it. For the hours we work to earn that money.
It is just an addiction. 📱
An addiction that takes up so much of our lives.
Without caring what others think of it
And I realize I am not really alone, with the dogs, Piglet, my friends...
With the whole Earth, here beneath my feet
But I have these joys I have forgotten how to truly enjoy, exacerbated by this infernal thing in my hands. It's like a crutch.
I try to go places without it.
It should have more meaning than it does. For the impact it has on the Earth, for the time we spend with it (which is meaningless), for the money spend on it. For the hours we work to earn that money.
It is just an addiction. 📱
An addiction that takes up so much of our lives.
