Pixels

I am a leafless tree.

Green is fading to grey with every day

That turns into minutes

And seconds;

Time is picking up speed and taking off.

I can’t follow,

I am busy counting numbers and pixels.

Absorbed by the monotonous sounds

I don’t raise my head towards the other pair of eyes;

It’s not looking at me anymore.

I see shades of blue directed elsewhere.

Longing for the past,

Reminiscing of the lost,

Of the useless.

The dreary air is crawling into the lungs

And greying me out.

I am pixelating.

Now you can’t tell me from the pixels

That I was so busy counting.

 

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