Logged Off

I cannot fathom. I cannot think to fathom. I cannot do very much.

There's these unescapable times where my conscious energy and physical energy seems overwritten with a void. A time where everything is desolate and everything around me is disturbingly aggravating. Creativity is nonexistent and anyone’s anything is bothersome. "What do I need?" starts to be my question. As I've grown older, this has been far more prevalent and doubling its intensity. Why am I of no use to anyone? Why am I never mentioned? Why do I feel like I'm ghosting through life with no one paying me absolutely no mind? A group of rhetorical questions I ask of myself, but wouldn't mind receiving answers. Nonetheless, this is a mere interlude to a great showcase in my life or so that is what I hope.

We're so logged in. Our phones, laptops, tablets, etc, they're all vessels we use to travel the digital stream, the streams of all knowledge. Some knowledge is hollow and other knowledge is glutted with substance. We're continuously given insight into everyone's lives and doings