What changed

by TishaHrynt

There’s always something missing
I just can’t place a finger on it
There’s this feeling of no satisfaction
I need it faster, better, different
You know books?
They used to be more colourful, like life
Now it’s just static, black and white on a page
That art?
I’ve seen it before
Different shape, different place, but definitely that piece
I’m travelling, but I’m not

What used to interest me, bores me
Time is of no essence because I transcend it

What changed?
Or did society changed me?