what will remain of us when our accounts are deleted
and all the time we spent typing into the air is gone forever.
what will validate our humanity
if we leave nothing but an ocean of keystrokes that have been jammed so far back
in history
that no one can find them
and if we have children will we provide for them the same distractions
that kept us so still
and will they use headphones and watch their shows as we eat in silence?
how are we any different?
we choose to be so distracted
afraid of being lonely
scared more than anything of boredom with ourselves
believing in the false sense of community that surrounds us
so comfortable
so comfortable, but never quite content