takin it all for us

 it's been so long since the stars have been gone yet i find i'm startled still when i wake up to an empty sky sat outside my window sill i swallow the feeling deep inside as it rises in me like vomit pray in all of my naivete that the moving objects no comet asked about myself this day id beg to go without comment for there is nothing really left to say without me being honest if i could dispose of my face even if i like the way it lays on the bone that composes my frame i think i know that i'd do it just the same if i could die for a moment in time  if i could be free of my body then i'd have so much that i could say  so many things to live for today  but i'm so acutely aware of my being contained and that's the excuse that i'll feed you today We wake up ...and it starts There was a time, i could swear where we dreamt of, dreamt of stars They truly didn't seem too far Before their faces became marred Prior to being barred I still had my bars Fixed firm...

  Now, I'm no 'phone bad book good' kinda bitch, don't get me wrong.       Except, I'm also not blind. My generation is the first to grow up without ever having lacked access to the internet. We never had a chance to form ourselves without it really. Parents didn't know to keep their children off it and we absorbed everything thrown at us so easy.      The reason for our short attention spans is one we are all aware of but continue to indulge and adore things like Tiktok and the million and one variations that every other app creates, we understand that the anonimity allows people to hide themselves and yet we do nothing to stop the kind of cruelty that pops up online, the reason we all take a step further back from reality with every major world event only knowing to engage with it as if its another fandom event. Cowards, creeps, ghouls and freaks of all kinds hide behind default images; burner accounts instead of burner phones.   ...