Ode to the Cellphone

Something so small yet affects me so greatly

Filling the void of loneliness while it expands the hole of social anxiety

We look at it more than we do our friends

We take more pictures nagging at ourselves more than we do of the fun moments

Why do we care more about phones than anything else 

Why does it feel like your soul has left your body when it’s gone missing

Why does it feel like I have lost who I am as a person due to it 

When did we give materialistic things such great value? 

It’s not our fault that we grew up attached to it

It’s like a tumor that can’t be removed 

But.. why is that?