Television

The blank television stares at me
It mocks me with the stark silence it creates
The monstrous machine takes up space in my room,
Reminding of the things people my age seem to love-
yet that I can't seem to understand

Flipping through the channels, my mind
Diverges from the images on the screen
Swerves from the blinding figures that tell their own story
Splits from the 'supernatural' t.v. shows that tend to draw my generation in
-the show fails to catch my mind and so it runs away;
lost in jumbled crowd of my consciousness

I click the red button on my remote-
Once again trying to find something to watch
The blue screen blinks as the channels change again
(again) (again) (and again)
A discontent sigh escapes through my lips even as my eyes roll in exasperation
Giving up on finding interesting things I turn off the television

…And so, turn off connections to my generation…