Yeah....so I didn't write for like two days, sorry 'bout that. I was kinda busy...but also didn't feel like writing and forgot, I guess. Didn't feel like writing today, either, but decided to write this after all. Yurp...

Artificial;Stupidity—Manufactured;Sickness

I see the text wall—

And am impressed;

I begin reading—

Wow—I think;

It doesn’t take long—however—

For that to shift;

The more I read—

The sicker I get;

It grows difficult—

To even look at—

Let alone intake;

The signs are there—

Laid out before me;

Signs so apparent—

Signs so consistent—

or inconsistent—shall I say;

I stop reading—

It’s too much;

I don’t finish—

I can’t;

Where’s the soul?

Where’s the meaning behind the “I”?

Do others see?

Are others sick?

Or do they praise, unknowing?

— Lily;