reading the writing.

as I sit here
drowning myself in other people's worlds 
and their words
my eyes lazily ambling down my screen 
bringing information about life 
outside my prison cell of a mind
to my brain 
where it gets processed 
and filed into a pile, among other piles
all haphazardly stacked 
cluttering my conscience 
where paper airplane ideas 
come and go at the whim of time
and my little anger demon 
constantly rolls it's eyes
I huf out something that's supposed to sound like a laugh 
but sounds more like a grunt of approval
and keep scrolling down the screen
jumping into the lives
of other people
their words, my portal 
the rest
left up to my imagination.