A daily dose of digital tablets
it started small, just moments stolen from life.
Now, I’m drenched in screens, can’t live without them.
I’ve become something elseA digital being.
Touching grass? Does that still exist?
I feel more like a batteryFully charged, but never rested.
They ask,
"Did you take your morning dose of chaos?"
"Swallow the headlines, scroll through misery,
don’t forget your nightly doom-pill before sleep."
They feed us noise
news we didn’t ask for, images we didn’t want,
fear packaged as facts, rage repackaged as truth.
And now, we bend.
Not from weakness,
but from the weight of what we were never meant to carry.
I try to detox, but the silence feels foreign.
I’m filled with information I never needed, never wanted.
And still, I keep consuming.
Because I am a digital being
overflowing, distracted, and drowning in everything but myself.