Each weekend,
I’m left to my own thoughts,
always wondering what people are doing.
It’s just the norm now,
being trapped in my own
suffocating habitat.
In the wild I see people and we
exchange pleasantries.
Why are they called that?
There’s nothing nice about it
when it just reminds me that
everything I have is on the surface.
You don’t get anywhere on the surface.
When the question
of what I’m doing is asked
I say the usual,
this and that.
What are this and that?
I always wonder what would happen
if I just stop texting everyone.
But... I don’t really want to know.
About the Creator
Erin Winans
Hello! I'm Erin and I'm a recent graduate from James Madison University. Ultimately, my dream job is to become a film critic, so I made a personal blog in which I post reviews I write in my free time.
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