Tap. Tap. Tap. – Poem

I sit alone on the couch. Holding more computer power that ever thought possible. Hugging bits and bytes. Pixels and pretty animations. Finding relief in the warmth of a screen. Losing myself in seemingly endless, mindless distraction. Busy mind, quiet heart. Tap, tap, tap. My fingers never cease. Tap, tap, tap. To create useless junk. …