Surrounded by lowercase words, lowercase emotions and case sensitive devotions.
Head is pulsing.. Brains on overdrive
Heart is finally numb the pains been pushed aside. Sent in override, dreams of flying high. Flying high in every way.
Sitting and questioning everything in life. Questioning whether reality’s been a lie..
Cruel Cruel world 🌎 Society so shallow
Backspac| No EXIT ⚠️
Close the application
* VIRUS HAS BEEN DETECTED *
Thoughts turning into tabs Positive & Negative in collab Can you tell me if there’s a shortcut or do I really gotta do the math. 📐
They say “It won’t matter in 5 years from now” .. but is clearing the history that easy?
If so .... please tell me how. I stand my own ground.
But my minds blank
Blank until I browse & in rest mode with the clouds ☁️
You ever just want to restart ? Rewrite what’s in the scripture?
Error .. ... Fast forward Error .. ... Rewind Error
📂📂Thoughts are duplication📂📂Tabs are multiplying 🗃🗄🗄
But my minds blank
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Jesenia Rivera and writers in Poets and other communities.
The Price I Pay
Here is a link to Randy Baker's Challenge: Prompted #4 *** Joseph It smells like desperation. Actually, it smells like bleach trying to hide the smell of urine, death, and desperation permanented into the studs of my new home. Even as the perky redhead in scrubs pushes me around in my wheelchair, blathering on about the different rooms and the schedule for the week, I can see a man pouring bleach in a bucket, preparing yet another attempt to mask the bits of horrid smell still peeking through.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.