Thoughts

Times
There was much wavering.
Teetering between a more simple life of hard work and few creature comforts and that of a fast-paced world of blinking, beeping desires. A foot in the past, a foot in the future.
He’d go for hours without Tweets, email, cellular conversations, then gorge himself in a construct world with zero human contact.
As much as his mind craved the stimuli, his heart missed an innocent touch, a casual handshake.
He regressed more and more inward as heart and mind tussled. Until whole years passed from eccentric to recluse to forgotten corpse.
No one thought to check.

3 comments:

susan said...

Why you tellin' my business, Thom?

Solid, sobering piece.

RachelRenae said...

:(

Zouxzoux said...

I can so see this happening. Truly a cautionary tale for those of us who get too caught up in the internets.