Gaslit
Dear cell phone,
I feel like you
wasted my time,
I feel like I
wasted my mind.
Journeys in circles
around the toxic fumagated
wastelands we roamed.
Tonight,
under the
pieces moon.
I wander
lost in chaos,
Journey through
spiderwebs of
your assumptions.
When silence
becomes
your only friend
things become clear.
LKCP2KXXI
