I do not think as thoughts alone,

I think as tweets or instagram stories.

My thoughts are no more mine,

I must always write them down.

They don’t belong to my mind,

No longer do they exist only in my life,

My phone must always be close in hand

So I can report my latest thoughts,

Why? because they are most profound!

I ran upstairs two times to get this all down,

I had to share about this new revelation I found…

Oh, the irony.

Even if I don’t post or share,

My thoughts can’t seem to remain concealed,

They must be placed somewhere,

I’m sure this is some form of habit,

That I don’t know how to reverse.

Is this the curse of a creative?

Or the result of a digital world?

Is this the burden of lockdown?

Or maybe this is the product of my lifestyle?

Instead of talking things out, I stay silent,

And all thats left is to write my feelings down.