Digital space

My digital space
A space where discussions are left,
A space where I can contain the explosion
The walls aren’t adhesive, my words aren’t scared ventures
Any words have yet to pass my lips,
Words that bury my insides and destroy me internally’
They find a home in this digital finger print
No pen needed, the artistry lies in the “author”
What is an author if not authentic?
We are no longer slaves to our unpopular society,
The digital replaces the pen, the pen we put to paper
But there are WORDS, thought to ourselves
Not spoken, not written,
The need for writing shows humanities incapablity to comprehend words,
Writing will always be silent, as the ears the words fall upon are unheard and thus results in writings
The need to be heard, from paper, from digital, from screaming at the top of your lungs and still risk being unheard
Mute is the option
Mute is us
Mute is you