Useless words and useless conversation,
The casual fraying of a thread.
It\'s the bright blue light of a pixelated planet,
The conversations,
the only things that hold the threads taught.
How much longer,
Can even the thickest of threads be held in place?
The tether between you and me,
Even the smallest fibers will soon give way.
Threads of text,
Will never tie us together,
Their fragile pixels,
Smallest bits,
Will sooner snap than hold.
The pixels,
The small words,
The images of the day.
How much longer?
Until the words lose there edge?