Empty
Afraid of the silence, we walk, with dried out hearts and eyes that do not see. Caught up in the web with all the others, but more alone than ever. Screaming without voices. Stuck, stuck, stuck. Desperately holding onto the digital dream. We know anger, fear, and loneliness. We know it because we invited it, not by choice, but by ignorance.
Engine choking, helplessly fighting to run on the fumes of a passion that once was. Stagnated, but too distracted to notice.