pressing keys
letting others read what's on my mind.
a status, a wall
what does this all even mean
nothing, i care nothing about whats going on in this person's life
but yet i am stuck meandering these pixels on screens
that microscopically compose letters forming words describing interests and activities
interesting, i find it, that she could sit for hours
staring mindlessly at those same meaningless pixels i find myself staring at now
the same pixels that form the end stroke of a letter which allows us to read these words clearly
they project out stabbing our eyes, blinding us from knowledge
as our fingertips, once more, betray our attempts to avoid procrastination
so i shot the serif, but i swear it was in self-defense.
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